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 Vanuatu and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 David McCallum to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Prince Buster,
The Buckinghams,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funky Four + One,
Chris & Cosey,
The Names,
the Association,
Stiv Bators,
Maurizio,
Darondo,
Scan 7,
Eric Dolphy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moody Blues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Saccharine Trust,
ABC,
Surgeon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Raincoats,
Henry Cow,
DJ Style,
Parry Music,
Second Layer,
Television,
Accadde A,
The Remains,
Brass Construction,
Trumans Water,
Flamin' Groovies,
Idris Muhammad,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monochrome Set,
10cc,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Shoche,
Drexciya,
X-101,
Unwound,
Robert Hood,
Sandy B,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronan,
La Düsseldorf,
Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
Godley & Creme,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slackers,
The Mummies,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.