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 Singapore and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Nile Rodgers 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 June Days 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Cheater Slicks,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Grass Roots,
Dual Sessions,
The Zeros,
The Doobie Brothers,
Model 500,
Soul II Soul,
Kas Product,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grauzone,
Basic Channel,
Quando Quango,
AZ,
Porter Ricks,
Sex Pistols,
T.S.O.L.,
Albert Ayler,
Silicon Teens,
Alton Ellis,
The Moleskins,
FM Einheit,
Derrick Morgan,
Fad Gadget,
Brick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Real Kids,
David Axelrod,
Sugar Minott,
Sarah Menescal,
The Saints,
Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
Eli Mardock,
The Neon Judgement,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Trojans,
Liliput,
The Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Little Man,
Laurel Aitken,
Whodini,
Agitation Free,
Boz Scaggs,
LL Cool J,
Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hoover,
Blancmange,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.