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 Micronesia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 8 Eyed Spy to the electroclash 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lyres,
Wally Richardson,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amazonics,
Gang Green,
Neil Young,
The Move,
Wire,
Brothers Johnson,
Liliput,
Crime,
Cameo,
The Sonics,
The United States of America,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monolake,
The Cramps,
Mandrill,
Bobby Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
Piero Umiliani,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-102,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Divine Comedy,
Intrusion,
The Wake,
Eli Mardock,
Dual Sessions,
The Index,
The Smiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Sandy B,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
Desert Stars,
The Raincoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marcia Griffiths,
Technova,
Pet Shop Boys,
Franke,
Jeru the Damaja,
DNA,
Tim Buckley,
Kerrie Biddell,
Interpol,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television Personalities,
The Leaves,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.