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 Afghanistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Main Source to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
New York Dolls,
Dawn Penn,
Thompson Twins,
Ludus,
The Count Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scientists,
Dave Gahan,
Stereo Dub,
Peter and Kerry,
Fad Gadget,
Vladislav Delay,
Hoover,
The Litter,
Mandrill,
Mo-Dettes,
Grey Daturas,
Organ,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Dolphy,
Quantec,
Sixth Finger,
Crime,
the Normal,
Pantytec,
Jacques Brel,
T. Rex,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dark Day,
Joe Smooth,
Davy DMX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joy Division,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Teasers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Patti Smith,
Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doors,
Symarip,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Mills,
This Heat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Invisible,
Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rod Modell,
The Selecter,
The Cowsills,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Womack,
Subhumans,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.