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 Singapore and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Wasted Youth to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The Cowsills,
The Beau Brummels,
The United States of America,
Grauzone,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Vogues,
Bill Wells,
Deepchord,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Sneak,
Infiniti,
Glenn Branca,
Urselle,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Normal,
Pere Ubu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
Parry Music,
Y Pants,
John Lydon,
Excepter,
Aswad,
The Mummies,
Organ,
Duran Duran,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Traffic Nightmare,
Don Cherry,
These Immortal Souls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Lynne,
the Human League,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Japan,
Moss Icon,
The Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
UT,
Judy Mowatt,
Steve Hackett,
The Misunderstood,
The New Christs,
Popol Vuh,
Gichy Dan,
Rites of Spring,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül II,
Hoover,
Monks,
Dawn Penn,
Arthur Verocai,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.