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 Slovakia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 U.S. Maple to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacob Miller,
Blancmange,
Heaven 17,
The Fortunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Christie,
Wally Richardson,
the Germs,
Moby Grape,
Al Stewart,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül II,
The Divine Comedy,
Siglo XX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
E-Dancer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barrington Levy,
Brothers Johnson,
MDC,
Sixth Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Colin Newman,
The Grass Roots,
Essential Logic,
Erykah Badu,
Erasure,
The Neon Judgement,
Althea and Donna,
Funkadelic,
Ken Boothe,
Funky Four + One,
Absolute Body Control,
Intrusion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mojo Men,
The Doors,
Moss Icon,
the Slits,
Grauzone,
One Last Wish,
Mission of Burma,
The Five Americans,
Marvin Gaye,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Almond,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Kurtis Blow,
Henry Cow,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.