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 San Marino and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Matthew Halsall,
Moss Icon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bluetip,
Pierre Henry,
The Red Krayola,
Newcleus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick May,
Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rapeman,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül II,
Con Funk Shun,
Rufus Thomas,
Zapp,
Skarface,
Cymande,
Loose Ends,
Nils Olav,
K-Klass,
Crooked Eye,
Faust,
The Monks,
Eric Copeland,
X-101,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Almond,
Groovy Waters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oblivians,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alison Limerick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spandau Ballet,
Franke,
Sun Ra,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Ossler,
Nirvana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Inner City,
Marine Girls,
One Last Wish,
The Misunderstood,
Sugar Minott,
Aural Exciters,
Barry Ungar,
Fad Gadget,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.