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 Lithuania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 The Count Five to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Duran Duran,
X-101,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marine Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Green,
Talk Talk,
David McCallum,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Techniques,
The Last Poets,
Ludus,
Metal Thangz,
Eden Ahbez,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liliput,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funkadelic,
Mission of Burma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skarface,
Icehouse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Technova,
The Angels of Light,
Archie Shepp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agent Orange,
David Bowie,
Altered Images,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Half Japanese,
Barrington Levy,
Ronnie Foster,
The Associates,
Q65,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tears for Fears,
Oblivians,
Eli Mardock,
Sam Rivers,
Flash Fearless,
Ice-T,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Sherman,
the Human League,
Stiv Bators,
Franke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sight & Sound,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.