Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Dominica and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Au Pairs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Godley & Creme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scientists,
John Holt,
Ultra Naté,
Tears for Fears,
Country Teasers,
Maleditus Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed,
The Doors,
Beasts of Bourbon,
China Crisis,
The Skatalites,
Todd Rundgren,
The Durutti Column,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nas,
June Days,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Pus,
Bill Near,
Ronan,
Make Up,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Mills,
Amazonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül II,
Aswad,
Soul II Soul,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radiohead,
The Barracudas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stereo Dub,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dead Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Trumans Water,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sparks,
Easy Going,
Circle Jerks,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.