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 Libya and from New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Make Up to the grime 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
June Days,
X-Ray Spex,
Donald Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cluster,
Agitation Free,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed,
Quantec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mark Hollis,
Carl Craig,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shoche,
DNA,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Byrd,
Organ,
Donny Hathaway,
Harry Pussy,
Erasure,
One Last Wish,
Livin' Joy,
Fear,
Q65,
Skriet,
Quando Quango,
Con Funk Shun,
Pulsallama,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yaz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Underground Resistance,
Iggy Pop,
U.S. Maple,
Guru Guru,
Soulsonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Human League,
Babytalk,
Rakim,
Desert Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Gang Dance,
H. Thieme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxy Music,
Newcleus,
Banda Bassotti,
John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.