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 Philippines and from Glasgow.
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 Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Heaven 17 to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tim Buckley,
David Bowie,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The J.B.'s,
Fatback Band,
The Fall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mr. Review,
Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
Man Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rites of Spring,
Warren Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Piero Umiliani,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacob Miller,
Black Moon,
Minnie Riperton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The American Breed,
Bobby Womack,
Delta 5,
John Foxx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skarface,
Godley & Creme,
Mandrill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scrapy,
Swans,
E-Dancer,
Ultra Naté,
Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mad Mike,
The Offenders,
Terry Callier,
The Seeds,
Yazoo,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Last Poets,
Au Pairs,
Donald Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Nas,
Kenny Larkin,
OOIOO,
Mars,
Fear,
Thompson Twins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Whodini,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.