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 Philippines and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Popol Vuh to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
The Angels of Light,
Niagra,
Ohio Players,
The Move,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joyce Sims,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gun Club,
Monolake,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Altered Images,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lungfish,
Agent Orange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fall,
Dead Boys,
Thompson Twins,
The Cure,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unrelated Segments,
Camberwell Now,
Scan 7,
B.T. Express,
Excepter,
Masters at Work,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barbara Tucker,
Scientists,
Gil Scott Heron,
Severed Heads,
The Music Machine,
Moebius,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neu!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Bananas,
Deepchord,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moby Grape,
Godley & Creme,
Jawbox,
Charles Mingus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Sneak,
The Beau Brummels,
Rotary Connection,
Harry Pussy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bluetip,
Mandrill,
The Stooges,
The Gories,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Near,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Slits,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.