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 Niger and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Easy Going to the grunge 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
D'Angelo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Sherman,
Average White Band,
Sugar Minott,
Flipper,
Lindisfarne,
Kurtis Blow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eden Ahbez,
The Grass Roots,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
The Human League,
Clear Light,
Andrew Hill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
H. Thieme,
Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
Michelle Simonal,
Stiv Bators,
China Crisis,
Cybotron,
Hot Snakes,
Silicon Teens,
Von Mondo,
James White and The Blacks,
Pere Ubu,
Josef K,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monochrome Set,
Depeche Mode,
Lalann,
Nico,
The Zeros,
Guru Guru,
The Angels of Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Stooges,
Adolescents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Mission of Burma,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABBA,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slits,
The Names,
Joe Smooth,
Blancmange,
Sister Nancy,
The Count Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stereo Dub,
Franke,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.