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 St Lucia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Arthur Verocai to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delta 5,
Quantec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eddi Front,
the Swans,
Half Japanese,
Severed Heads,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nirvana,
Jandek,
Morten Harket,
PIL,
The American Breed,
Gabor Szabo,
Dave Gahan,
Spoonie Gee,
K-Klass,
The Barracudas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fall,
The Cure,
Banda Bassotti,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Mills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q65,
Hashim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick Morgan,
Simply Red,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Basic Channel,
the Slits,
Excepter,
James White and The Blacks,
Alphaville,
Godley & Creme,
Heaven 17,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doors,
Crooked Eye,
Mission of Burma,
UT,
Chris & Cosey,
Aloha Tigers,
Clear Light,
LL Cool J,
Rekid,
The Searchers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Jacob Miller,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.