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 Barbados and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Barclay James Harvest to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Reagan Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Jawbox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Juan Atkins,
Groovy Waters,
The Fugs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Halsall,
Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Easy Going,
Skriet,
Flipper,
Quantec,
The Litter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Freddie Wadling,
Sandy B,
Porter Ricks,
The Monks,
Lower 48,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Zeros,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barrington Levy,
Yazoo,
Wally Richardson,
Crooked Eye,
Depeche Mode,
Eddi Front,
The Real Kids,
LL Cool J,
Magma,
Brass Construction,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hardrive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick Morgan,
Tubeway Army,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moleskins,
The Human League,
Cluster,
Mr. Review,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.