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 Senegal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Yazoo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Stereo Dub,
Tommy Roe,
Kas Product,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Piero Umiliani,
the Germs,
Fad Gadget,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Neu!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Near,
Marmalade,
Little Man,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Osbourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Rekid,
Danielle Patucci,
Darondo,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Wells,
Charles Mingus,
Duran Duran,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sparks,
Siglo XX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heaven 17,
Silicon Teens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amazonics,
Parry Music,
Peter & Gordon,
U.S. Maple,
Deepchord,
Funky Four + One,
X-102,
Oneida,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Whodini,
Qualms,
Susan Cadogan,
Sixth Finger,
Rites of Spring,
Clear Light,
The Red Krayola,
The Star Department,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Divine Comedy,
Metal Thangz,
Franke,
The Neon Judgement,
Nirvana,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.