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 Philippines and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Severed Heads to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Sneak,
Letta Mbulu,
Wings,
The Seeds,
Pulsallama,
Nirvana,
Bauhaus,
Cluster,
Talk Talk,
Das Ding,
The Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
DNA,
Connie Case,
Scan 7,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Invisible,
Bob Dylan,
The Fuzztones,
Arcadia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Don Cherry,
Blake Baxter,
Wally Richardson,
Scientists,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
World's Most,
Curtis Mayfield,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Howard Jones,
Robert Görl,
China Crisis,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Names,
Barry Ungar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drexciya,
Gang Green,
Ice-T,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Babytalk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sound Behaviour,
The United States of America,
Public Enemy,
Little Man,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soulsonic Force,
The Count Five,
Sarah Menescal,
David Axelrod,
In Retrospect,
The Techniques,
Ken Boothe,
Amazonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonic Youth,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.