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 Botswana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Kenny Larkin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Oneida,
La Düsseldorf,
Joensuu 1685,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fortunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Sneak,
The Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
Procol Harum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Pretty Things,
Althea and Donna,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Style,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Yellowson,
The Zeros,
Bad Manners,
The Searchers,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young,
the Bar-Kays,
Flipper,
Royal Trux,
Infiniti,
Bluetip,
H. Thieme,
Soul II Soul,
Duran Duran,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crash Course in Science,
Boz Scaggs,
Quando Quango,
Radiohead,
Trumans Water,
Sex Pistols,
Spoonie Gee,
The Offenders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Morten Harket,
The Durutti Column,
Shuggie Otis,
Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Half Japanese,
Drive Like Jehu,
Henry Cow,
Joyce Sims,
LL Cool J,
The Modern Lovers,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.