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 Hungary and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 The Smoke to the grunge 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
the Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Busters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barbara Tucker,
The Grass Roots,
This Heat,
Newcleus,
the Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cybotron,
Brick,
Matthew Bourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Bowie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Clear Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unrelated Segments,
The Count Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Television,
Jacques Brel,
Thompson Twins,
Rites of Spring,
Steve Hackett,
Icehouse,
Eric Copeland,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantaleimon,
Connie Case,
Gang Green,
John Foxx,
Japan,
The Fuzztones,
The Young Rascals,
Soul II Soul,
AZ,
The Blackbyrds,
Flipper,
The Victims,
Grauzone,
the Association,
Sight & Sound,
Adolescents,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Clarke,
Mars,
Half Japanese,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lower 48,
B.T. Express,
Agitation Free,
X-102,
Jeff Mills,
The Slackers,
Mr. Review,
The Skatalites,
The Searchers,
Bang On A Can,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.