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 Yemen and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Slits to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Hasil Adkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Wyatt,
Donald Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Happenings,
Eli Mardock,
Parry Music,
Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Holt,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doors,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Royal Trux,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris & Cosey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dennis Brown,
Von Mondo,
The Offenders,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Cell,
The Human League,
Aural Exciters,
OOIOO,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Tremeloes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fortunes,
Deepchord,
8 Eyed Spy,
Josef K,
Pharoah Sanders,
Desert Stars,
cv313,
Yellowson,
John Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
The Golliwogs,
World's Most,
The Motions,
The Searchers,
Dead Boys,
Howard Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thompson Twins,
This Heat,
CMW,
Lungfish,
Animal Collective,
The Invisible,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Subhumans,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.