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 Colombia and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Kurtis Blow to the funk 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABBA,
Khruangbin,
Joe Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tears for Fears,
kango's stein massive,
Kaleidoscope,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Starr,
Bronski Beat,
Aswad,
Roxette,
The Mummies,
Ultra Naté,
Roxy Music,
Marvin Gaye,
June of 44,
Nik Kershaw,
Infiniti,
The Pretty Things,
Kas Product,
The Blues Magoos,
The J.B.'s,
Procol Harum,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Certain Ratio,
Donny Hathaway,
John Cale,
Cymande,
Pussy Galore,
Rufus Thomas,
Visage,
Chrome,
The Angels of Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Girls At Our Best!,
PIL,
June Days,
Ultravox,
The Toasters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fad Gadget,
Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
Charles Mingus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arcadia,
Isaac Hayes,
Erasure,
Warren Ellis,
Television Personalities,
The Vogues,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.