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 Belgium and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Fugazi to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Supertramp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Saints,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dennis Brown,
Neu!,
Sun City Girls,
Accadde A,
Traffic Nightmare,
Intrusion,
Black Moon,
Lower 48,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mr. Review,
Flipper,
Pulsallama,
The Busters,
The Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ossler,
The Stooges,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cheater Slicks,
Alphaville,
U.S. Maple,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronan,
Little Man,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blues Magoos,
Zapp,
Alton Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Section 25,
The Smiths,
Arab on Radar,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siglo XX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
Nils Olav,
Crooked Eye,
Rites of Spring,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mandrill,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.