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 Somalia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rap 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Arthur Verocai,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Clarke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Japan,
The Smoke,
Black Sheep,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Near,
John Foxx,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Lydon,
Malaria!,
Sun City Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Trojans,
Skaos,
Newcleus,
Barbara Tucker,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television Personalities,
Arcadia,
Joe Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grauzone,
Marmalade,
The Dirtbombs,
Rod Modell,
The Martian,
The Mummies,
Robert Görl,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Machine,
Ossler,
Fugazi,
Metal Thangz,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultra Naté,
The Zeros,
Gerry Rafferty,
The United States of America,
Rapeman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bush Tetras,
Anakelly,
Grey Daturas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sister Nancy,
Duran Duran,
Oblivians,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cymande,
The Star Department,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.