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 Panama and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Reuben Wilson to the punk 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Surgeon,
Make Up,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pop Group,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mojo Men,
Camouflage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hasil Adkins,
The Walker Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stiv Bators,
Slave,
Interpol,
Little Man,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stetsasonic,
Hoover,
Skarface,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moebius,
Scion,
Japan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Toni Rubio,
Tres Demented,
the Germs,
Aloha Tigers,
The Human League,
T. Rex,
Scrapy,
Mandrill,
Au Pairs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Teasers,
The Slackers,
Agitation Free,
Public Image Ltd.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nik Kershaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Arcadia,
Alphaville,
David Axelrod,
Minnie Riperton,
Suburban Knight,
LL Cool J,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Angels of Light,
Iggy Pop,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Hood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.