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 Botswana and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Second Layer to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Boz Scaggs,
Man Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fortunes,
Sam Rivers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
D'Angelo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
China Crisis,
Joe Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
Siglo XX,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Beau Brummels,
Q and Not U,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Intrusion,
Popol Vuh,
Youth Brigade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sixth Finger,
MDC,
Average White Band,
Fatback Band,
Excepter,
The Monochrome Set,
Harmonia,
World's Most,
Masters at Work,
Peter & Gordon,
Ludus,
Clear Light,
Eli Mardock,
Davy DMX,
Duran Duran,
Byron Stingily,
Soulsonic Force,
the Germs,
Model 500,
Qualms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
UT,
KRS-One,
Icehouse,
Kurtis Blow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erykah Badu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Circle Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scientists,
DJ Sneak,
Oblivians,
The Offenders,
Kerri Chandler,
Sandy B,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.