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 Georgia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Last Poets to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
the Normal,
Juan Atkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick May,
Patti Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Raincoats,
Motorama,
Lucky Dragons,
Can,
Moby Grape,
Wally Richardson,
John Foxx,
Anakelly,
Sight & Sound,
The Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minny Pops,
Intrusion,
Pierre Henry,
R.M.O.,
The Angels of Light,
E-Dancer,
Animal Collective,
Organ,
K-Klass,
Babytalk,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sound,
Q and Not U,
Donny Hathaway,
The Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
Metal Thangz,
H. Thieme,
Janne Schatter,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül II,
Suburban Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slave,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Womack,
Gerry Rafferty,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Colin Newman,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Soft Cell,
Nas,
Skriet,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dead C,
Siglo XX,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.