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 United States and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Morten Harket to the dance 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Clear Light,
The Gladiators,
Neu!,
Dennis Brown,
The Flesh Eaters,
D'Angelo,
Scion,
In Retrospect,
Robert Görl,
Chris & Cosey,
X-102,
Don Cherry,
Porter Ricks,
Tim Buckley,
Blancmange,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonic Youth,
LL Cool J,
Lalann,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Eating Sloth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crooked Eye,
The Offenders,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Supertramp,
Ohio Players,
the Swans,
10cc,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Subhumans,
The Dead C,
The Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Outsiders,
Stereo Dub,
Q and Not U,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Japan,
Harry Pussy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Archie Shepp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
Deepchord,
The Smoke,
The Knickerbockers,
Hoover,
Peter & Gordon,
The Divine Comedy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joensuu 1685,
Swell Maps,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Half Japanese,
The Index,
AZ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.