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 Poland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rap 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Godley & Creme,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Cell,
New Order,
Faraquet,
Groovy Waters,
Moss Icon,
Sixth Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Cluster,
Cybotron,
Technova,
kango's stein massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radio Birdman,
Cameo,
Fear,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fatback Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Can,
Rakim,
Country Teasers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Surgeon,
Archie Shepp,
Eli Mardock,
Sonic Youth,
the Association,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siglo XX,
Tears for Fears,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agent Orange,
the Sonics,
Minor Threat,
Scratch Acid,
Hardrive,
Severed Heads,
Cymande,
Echospace,
Mr. Review,
The Techniques,
Chris & Cosey,
Fluxion,
Heaven 17,
Ice-T,
The Moody Blues,
David Bowie,
This Heat,
Loose Ends,
Donald Byrd,
Japan,
Thompson Twins,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.