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 Chile and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Young Marble Giants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Suburban Knight,
The Martian,
Janne Schatter,
KRS-One,
Main Source,
Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donny Hathaway,
Quando Quango,
Sister Nancy,
The Red Krayola,
The Offenders,
Eric Copeland,
Radio Birdman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liliput,
Basic Channel,
T. Rex,
Deakin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yaz,
Bootsy Collins,
Crooked Eye,
Reuben Wilson,
John Cale,
Kayak,
Joy Division,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Görl,
L. Decosne,
The Real Kids,
Franke,
Matthew Halsall,
One Last Wish,
Parry Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
Inner City,
Essential Logic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Stereo Dub,
Erykah Badu,
Max Romeo,
The Fuzztones,
Porter Ricks,
H. Thieme,
Interpol,
The American Breed,
Tom Boy,
Half Japanese,
Cheater Slicks,
The Golliwogs,
Ice-T,
John Holt,
In Retrospect,
Brick,
Stetsasonic,
Peter & Gordon,
Quantec,
Arcadia,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.