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 Grenada and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Scott Walker to the grunge 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiohead,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skaos,
Glenn Branca,
Crime,
The Fuzztones,
Thompson Twins,
Lungfish,
June of 44,
Niagra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Normal,
Tom Boy,
Hardrive,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dirtbombs,
The Barracudas,
Basic Channel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young,
Alphaville,
Nils Olav,
Spandau Ballet,
Slick Rick,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cowsills,
Tears for Fears,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Red Krayola,
The Black Dice,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Sneak,
Alton Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Litter,
Silicon Teens,
Boredoms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Surgeon,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül II,
James White and The Blacks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Essential Logic,
Bronski Beat,
Sällskapet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Intrusion,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Albert Ayler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.