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 Italy and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Ludus to the rap 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Judy Mowatt,
K-Klass,
Excepter,
The American Breed,
The Count Five,
One Last Wish,
the Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warsaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Hill,
Sällskapet,
Colin Newman,
Eric Dolphy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalann,
Bad Manners,
John Foxx,
Zapp,
Flamin' Groovies,
48th St. Collective,
Grey Daturas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Junior Murvin,
Absolute Body Control,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Motorama,
Joe Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Scratch Acid,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
OOIOO,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neu!,
Qualms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Trojans,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick Morgan,
June of 44,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joyce Sims,
Stetsasonic,
The Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
PIL,
Godley & Creme,
Cluster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultravox,
Parry Music,
Juan Atkins,
Lower 48,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.