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 Georgia and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ice-T to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Eden Ahbez,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moebius,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soulsonic Force,
Ice-T,
L. Decosne,
Yaz,
Suicide,
Vainqueur,
Magazine,
Pulsallama,
Scion,
Zero Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Interpol,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crime,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Tremeloes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Guru Guru,
Pantytec,
Sister Nancy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Wake,
The Saints,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
E-Dancer,
the Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
Eve St. Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pierre Henry,
Peter & Gordon,
Pussy Galore,
Max Romeo,
Rod Modell,
Reuben Wilson,
Arab on Radar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Normal,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cal Tjader,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kaleidoscope,
The Litter,
Ultravox,
Basic Channel,
Television Personalities,
CMW,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.