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 Switzerland and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Massinfluence to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
AZ,
Ornette Coleman,
Yazoo,
Tim Buckley,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
Y Pants,
The Durutti Column,
Intrusion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Judy Mowatt,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
Easy Going,
This Heat,
Lindisfarne,
The Mummies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fortunes,
Sällskapet,
The Count Five,
The Motions,
T.S.O.L.,
Buzzcocks,
Essential Logic,
Groovy Waters,
Average White Band,
Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Starr,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pretty Things,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scion,
Sixth Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Germs,
Reagan Youth,
The United States of America,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
KRS-One,
In Retrospect,
Icehouse,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Hill,
Josef K,
Mark Hollis,
Ituana,
Japan,
Parry Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerri Chandler,
Motorama,
Colin Newman,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül,
Bill Near,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.