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 Somalia and from New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grime 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Byron Stingily,
Dual Sessions,
Essential Logic,
The Pop Group,
Gichy Dan,
Altered Images,
Dave Gahan,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Section 25,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Victims,
KRS-One,
The Young Rascals,
Brothers Johnson,
Idris Muhammad,
Newcleus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Names,
London Community Gospel Choir,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fad Gadget,
cv313,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Christie,
Deadbeat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Moon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smiths,
Eli Mardock,
L. Decosne,
Max Romeo,
Soft Machine,
David Bowie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Womack,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxette,
Dark Day,
Fat Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Subhumans,
The Human League,
Sandy B,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Negative Approach,
Rufus Thomas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barry Ungar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magazine,
ABC,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Al Stewart,
The Music Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.