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 Colombia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Real Kids to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
cv313,
Slave,
Bronski Beat,
Quando Quango,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blackbyrds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Starr,
The Gun Club,
David McCallum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moody Blues,
Moby Grape,
10cc,
Royal Trux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Newcleus,
The Smiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
Charles Mingus,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Move,
Porter Ricks,
Yusef Lateef,
Banda Bassotti,
Yazoo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sam Rivers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moleskins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Severed Heads,
Fatback Band,
Crooked Eye,
The Mummies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yaz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vladislav Delay,
John Foxx,
48th St. Collective,
Television Personalities,
Darondo,
Ronan,
Sällskapet,
R.M.O.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bush Tetras,
Janne Schatter,
The Tremeloes,
Cecil Taylor,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.