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 Luxembourg and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Mantronix to the electroclash 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Yaz,
Sight & Sound,
Kas Product,
The Gladiators,
Make Up,
The Offenders,
Fear,
T.S.O.L.,
Brass Construction,
Boredoms,
Simply Red,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra,
David Bowie,
Altered Images,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pylon,
Gang Green,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cal Tjader,
Byron Stingily,
Wire,
Surgeon,
Thompson Twins,
Spoonie Gee,
Scratch Acid,
Eve St. Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Panda Bear,
Yusef Lateef,
Maurizio,
Jacob Miller,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hashim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The American Breed,
The Beau Brummels,
Warsaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Angels of Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Masters at Work,
Rod Modell,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lower 48,
Visage,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Axelrod,
Kerri Chandler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arab on Radar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.