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 Suriname and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 The Black Dice to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
The Trojans,
Qualms,
Rekid,
Bronski Beat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sarah Menescal,
Rakim,
Basic Channel,
Theoretical Girls,
Rotary Connection,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Severed Heads,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maurizio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Sheep,
Alton Ellis,
Slick Rick,
Brand Nubian,
Idris Muhammad,
Main Source,
MDC,
Cal Tjader,
Malaria!,
Eurythmics,
The Zeros,
kango's stein massive,
The Move,
Rosa Yemen,
Desert Stars,
Public Enemy,
The United States of America,
Nick Fraelich,
Simply Red,
Quadrant,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sällskapet,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DNA,
Eli Mardock,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liliput,
Procol Harum,
Godley & Creme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Fugazi,
Mr. Review,
Oneida,
The Offenders,
China Crisis,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Misunderstood,
Danielle Patucci,
The Golliwogs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.