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 Haiti and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Scion to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The J.B.'s,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Offenders,
Pulsallama,
The Busters,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Foxx,
Dennis Brown,
Connie Case,
Alice Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
These Immortal Souls,
Icehouse,
David McCallum,
The Red Krayola,
Vainqueur,
Black Flag,
Arab on Radar,
Pylon,
Anakelly,
Interpol,
Kayak,
Adolescents,
Young Marble Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Mary Jane Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cameo,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dirtbombs,
Isaac Hayes,
Metal Thangz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alphaville,
The New Christs,
Matthew Bourne,
AZ,
Delta 5,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deepchord,
cv313,
Babytalk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxy Music,
Todd Terry,
The United States of America,
The Tremeloes,
The Index,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Godley & Creme,
Eli Mardock,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.