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 Czech Republic and from Madrid.
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 New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Thee Headcoats to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Glenn Branca,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cramps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonic Youth,
Suicide,
Spandau Ballet,
Wally Richardson,
The Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Happenings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deepchord,
Groovy Waters,
Desert Stars,
Little Man,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cybotron,
D'Angelo,
John Cale,
Harmonia,
Tim Buckley,
Eli Mardock,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cowsills,
Carl Craig,
Newcleus,
Drive Like Jehu,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Residents,
The Modern Lovers,
X-Ray Spex,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mission of Burma,
Mantronix,
Black Pus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Smooth,
This Heat,
Susan Cadogan,
Scientists,
Morten Harket,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.