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 Honduras and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Janne Schatter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young,
The Walker Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantaleimon,
Blake Baxter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mad Mike,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
B.T. Express,
Maleditus Sound,
Cybotron,
Zero Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Max Romeo,
Section 25,
Dead Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Velvet Underground,
Accadde A,
Gong,
New York Dolls,
Wally Richardson,
The Motions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skaos,
Nick Fraelich,
Aswad,
The Modern Lovers,
kango's stein massive,
Flipper,
Severed Heads,
Clear Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
PIL,
The Selecter,
Connie Case,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül II,
The Fire Engines,
the Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Wyatt,
Dennis Brown,
Piero Umiliani,
Radio Birdman,
Darondo,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grauzone,
Ten City,
Nas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crime,
The Red Krayola,
10cc,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.