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 Pakistan and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Erykah Badu to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Thompson Twins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liliput,
Scan 7,
Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Sheep,
The Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Second Layer,
Skaos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Holt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Sherman,
John Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Von Mondo,
R.M.O.,
DJ Style,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick May,
T.S.O.L.,
UT,
D'Angelo,
Black Bananas,
Qualms,
In Retrospect,
Lalann,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Pus,
Cybotron,
Mo-Dettes,
Tommy Roe,
Pagans,
Max Romeo,
Lindisfarne,
Alison Limerick,
Janne Schatter,
David McCallum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Howard Jones,
Sight & Sound,
The Wake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erasure,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronan,
Ituana,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.