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 Zimbabwe and from New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Swell Maps to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gap Band,
Alphaville,
The Detroit Cobras,
Clear Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Association,
The Mummies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun City Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heaven 17,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pole,
Wasted Youth,
John Foxx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rapeman,
Porter Ricks,
Susan Cadogan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
48th St. Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
the Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
Newcleus,
Sound Behaviour,
James White and The Blacks,
Cymande,
The Slits,
Gang Starr,
The Smoke,
Chris Corsano,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quantec,
Black Pus,
Television Personalities,
Minny Pops,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aaron Thompson,
Nirvana,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül,
Henry Cow,
The Buckinghams,
Connie Case,
Spoonie Gee,
Swell Maps,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Skatalites,
MDC,
Matthew Halsall,
New Order,
The Blackbyrds,
Panda Bear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bad Manners,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.