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 Tuvalu and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Detroit Cobras to the rock 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Buckinghams,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Half Japanese,
Fugazi,
Sugar Minott,
The Fortunes,
Heaven 17,
Henry Cow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arthur Verocai,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Infiniti,
Tears for Fears,
New York Dolls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liliput,
Eddi Front,
Bluetip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slackers,
Model 500,
The Saints,
Q65,
Pole,
Archie Shepp,
Dawn Penn,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nils Olav,
Skaos,
Steve Hackett,
Monks,
Dave Gahan,
H. Thieme,
Camberwell Now,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Sherman,
Saccharine Trust,
MDC,
Derrick May,
Jeff Lynne,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pretty Things,
Funky Four + One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dead C,
The Vogues,
The Skatalites,
Black Pus,
Second Layer,
Mad Mike,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moleskins,
Outsiders,
Fad Gadget,
Terry Callier,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.