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 Seychelles and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Ronan to the dance 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Wally Richardson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stetsasonic,
Anakelly,
Wings,
Barry Ungar,
Japan,
Popol Vuh,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Barracudas,
Television Personalities,
June of 44,
Mars,
Trumans Water,
Fat Boys,
Pulsallama,
Sixth Finger,
Glenn Branca,
Arab on Radar,
Charles Mingus,
Fatback Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rod Modell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sparks,
Eddi Front,
Basic Channel,
CMW,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warsaw,
Hardrive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Enemy,
John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxy Music,
Metal Thangz,
Donny Hathaway,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moebius,
B.T. Express,
The Buckinghams,
Marmalade,
Eric Copeland,
Supertramp,
Todd Terry,
Simply Red,
New Age Steppers,
Alison Limerick,
Ossler,
Rites of Spring,
Mr. Review,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.