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 Mali and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the techno 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio 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?
Amazonics,
David McCallum,
Eurythmics,
Livin' Joy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sister Nancy,
Rod Modell,
Archie Shepp,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Residents,
Neil Young,
Country Teasers,
The Misunderstood,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxette,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Mills,
John Holt,
Vainqueur,
John Foxx,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pop Group,
Black Pus,
Suburban Knight,
The Remains,
the Human League,
Severed Heads,
Jacques Brel,
The Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
LL Cool J,
Joey Negro,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gories,
Half Japanese,
K-Klass,
Television Personalities,
Roger Hodgson,
The Techniques,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker,
The Cure,
Arthur Verocai,
Fat Boys,
Hoover,
Outsiders,
Barbara Tucker,
Cameo,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Fraelich,
Aswad,
Pantytec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Invisible,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blake Baxter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Monolake,
Grauzone,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.