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 Liberia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Cybotron to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smiths,
Groovy Waters,
Essential Logic,
Sam Rivers,
The Count Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Y Pants,
X-102,
Section 25,
The Blackbyrds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Urselle,
Los Fastidios,
X-Ray Spex,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Goldenarms,
In Retrospect,
The Monochrome Set,
Trumans Water,
Yaz,
Jawbox,
Fat Boys,
Flipper,
Faust,
The Wake,
Glenn Branca,
Barry Ungar,
The Birthday Party,
Nico,
Drexciya,
Talk Talk,
Rufus Thomas,
The Residents,
Suicide,
Mo-Dettes,
Janne Schatter,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Wells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roger Hodgson,
Lyres,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suburban Knight,
Quantec,
Chris Corsano,
Symarip,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang of Four,
Absolute Body Control,
Severed Heads,
Robert Wyatt,
the Sonics,
Deakin,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.