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 Israel and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 June Days to the techno 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
the Bar-Kays,
The Modern Lovers,
Barbara Tucker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nik Kershaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deadbeat,
Arab on Radar,
Brick,
Minny Pops,
The Toasters,
Adolescents,
Aaron Thompson,
Cecil Taylor,
Smog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gladiators,
The Kinks,
Urselle,
Gang Starr,
The Durutti Column,
Neu!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gong,
The Gap Band,
Hashim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ken Boothe,
The Trojans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Lungfish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed,
Piero Umiliani,
KRS-One,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultravox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unwound,
Tim Buckley,
Colin Newman,
Severed Heads,
Subhumans,
Cal Tjader,
Kayak,
Scott Walker,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barrington Levy,
Slick Rick,
Bluetip,
Ice-T,
Malaria!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quadrant,
Scratch Acid,
Marine Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.