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 East Timor and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Knickerbockers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Brand Nubian,
The Pretty Things,
EPMD,
Pere Ubu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Pus,
Anakelly,
Sonic Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harry Pussy,
Organ,
Sex Pistols,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deakin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
The Grass Roots,
Absolute Body Control,
Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
The Searchers,
The Move,
Bad Manners,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thompson Twins,
Rites of Spring,
the Human League,
Fluxion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
Negative Approach,
T.S.O.L.,
Brick,
Laurel Aitken,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gap Band,
Bill Wells,
Easy Going,
Chris Corsano,
Q and Not U,
Mantronix,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
This Heat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
Byron Stingily,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suicide,
Scientists,
Aural Exciters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul II Soul,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.