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 Serbia and from New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 Harmonia to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Busters,
Sam Rivers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Kinks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
One Last Wish,
the Human League,
Soft Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Red Krayola,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
The Count Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Pole,
New Age Steppers,
Outsiders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camberwell Now,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Mills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Terry,
Babytalk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The American Breed,
Roxy Music,
Accadde A,
Sugar Minott,
Whodini,
Barry Ungar,
The Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yusef Lateef,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shoche,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bluetip,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jandek,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Magazine,
The Real Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
Mad Mike,
Tears for Fears,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.