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 Kosovo and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
Lindisfarne,
John Lydon,
The Neon Judgement,
Subhumans,
Wally Richardson,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hot Snakes,
The American Breed,
Flash Fearless,
10cc,
The Moleskins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crime,
Alton Ellis,
The Doors,
The Move,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yaz,
Eve St. Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Deadbeat,
Tres Demented,
A Certain Ratio,
Oneida,
Gil Scott Heron,
Depeche Mode,
Roxy Music,
Barrington Levy,
Supertramp,
The Trojans,
Kas Product,
Urselle,
Talk Talk,
Accadde A,
Alphaville,
The Moody Blues,
Kerri Chandler,
Easy Going,
Sonic Youth,
The Slits,
Wasted Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Junior Murvin,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cameo,
8 Eyed Spy,
China Crisis,
Cymande,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bluetip,
Flipper,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.