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 Syria and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 June of 44 to the punk 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bronski Beat,
K-Klass,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Excepter,
Royal Trux,
The Techniques,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Green,
The Dead C,
The Modern Lovers,
The Selecter,
Crime,
the Bar-Kays,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Idris Muhammad,
Franke,
The Human League,
Steve Hackett,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sällskapet,
The Knickerbockers,
Television Personalities,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonic Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris Corsano,
The Dirtbombs,
Cluster,
Shuggie Otis,
the Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Judy Mowatt,
Brothers Johnson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anthony Braxton,
The Residents,
The Offenders,
The Blackbyrds,
Delta 5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed,
Mission of Burma,
Ponytail,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Carl Craig,
The American Breed,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jandek,
The Sound,
Japan,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.