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 Mauritania and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Monochrome Set to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
The Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Delta 5,
This Heat,
the Association,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Selecter,
The Monochrome Set,
The Residents,
Fluxion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joy Division,
Buzzcocks,
Loose Ends,
The Fortunes,
MDC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Iggy Pop,
Judy Mowatt,
Popol Vuh,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pulsallama,
The Star Department,
Tommy Roe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pole,
Eric B and Rakim,
Negative Approach,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eve St. Jones,
Charles Mingus,
the Germs,
Reagan Youth,
John Foxx,
Heaven 17,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonic Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Count Five,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick May,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cramps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deakin,
Carl Craig,
Deadbeat,
Scion,
The Doors,
Ponytail,
Faraquet,
X-101,
Eric Dolphy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
Adolescents,
The Knickerbockers,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.