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 Albania and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 The Neon Judgement to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cameo,
the Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Porter Ricks,
Barrington Levy,
Warsaw,
Absolute Body Control,
The Velvet Underground,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gories,
Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skarface,
Theoretical Girls,
Rekid,
Dead Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jandek,
Metal Thangz,
Quando Quango,
Parry Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Franke,
Oblivians,
The Toasters,
The Smoke,
The Monks,
John Lydon,
Eden Ahbez,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sarah Menescal,
the Normal,
Brass Construction,
New Order,
Moss Icon,
Scion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Davy DMX,
The Five Americans,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young,
Alphaville,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang of Four,
Quadrant,
Albert Ayler,
Erasure,
Spoonie Gee,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.