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 Fiji and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Michelle Simonal to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
the Normal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Near,
Althea and Donna,
Accadde A,
Davy DMX,
Rufus Thomas,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cymande,
Eric Copeland,
Guru Guru,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yusef Lateef,
Sound Behaviour,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Techniques,
Ten City,
Marmalade,
Pet Shop Boys,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlback,
Youth Brigade,
Brick,
The Dead C,
Lalo Schifrin,
Organ,
Pylon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Ohio Players,
Barclay James Harvest,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Model 500,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Laurel Aitken,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Talk Talk,
Livin' Joy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalann,
Ronnie Foster,
Massinfluence,
Black Sheep,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Machine,
The Gories,
Trumans Water,
Deadbeat,
Glenn Branca,
Grauzone,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Y Pants,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.