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 Oman and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 AZ to the electroclash 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Sparks,
John Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
John Foxx,
Donny Hathaway,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quadrant,
The Buckinghams,
Tres Demented,
Jacob Miller,
Monolake,
Sugar Minott,
Crooked Eye,
Pagans,
Neu!,
Robert Hood,
Cheater Slicks,
Aaron Thompson,
Dennis Brown,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric B and Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
Godley & Creme,
Jawbox,
Oblivians,
The Leaves,
Harmonia,
The Sound,
Moss Icon,
Basic Channel,
Arthur Verocai,
Mary Jane Girls,
Popol Vuh,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cramps,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Trojans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Grass Roots,
Sarah Menescal,
Youth Brigade,
The Angels of Light,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxette,
The Music Machine,
Outsiders,
Jacques Brel,
the Germs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kaleidoscope,
John Lydon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantaleimon,
OOIOO,
Hardrive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.