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 Somalia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Rakim to the disco 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
ABC,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jandek,
Scrapy,
Black Pus,
Aloha Tigers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Machine,
The Slits,
These Immortal Souls,
Duran Duran,
Magma,
The Remains,
a-ha,
The Barracudas,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nils Olav,
Dead Boys,
Kas Product,
Ralphi Rosario,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers,
Theoretical Girls,
Pussy Galore,
the Bar-Kays,
Fad Gadget,
Scion,
The Birthday Party,
Arab on Radar,
Swell Maps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rapeman,
This Heat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul II Soul,
Wolf Eyes,
Quantec,
Tom Boy,
The Cowsills,
DJ Style,
Fluxion,
Urselle,
The Slackers,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wings,
the Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Babytalk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ponytail,
Brass Construction,
T.S.O.L.,
The Stooges,
The Standells,
John Holt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.