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 Eritrea and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Marine Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Cameo,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Neon Judgement,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dual Sessions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Underground Resistance,
Japan,
Public Enemy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Qualms,
Boogie Down Productions,
World's Most,
The Trojans,
Amazonics,
David Axelrod,
The Move,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
June of 44,
Matthew Bourne,
Simply Red,
Gong,
Gichy Dan,
Drexciya,
The Cure,
Procol Harum,
Godley & Creme,
a-ha,
Eddi Front,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mo-Dettes,
the Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
The Fortunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris & Cosey,
Talk Talk,
Section 25,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Au Pairs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Flag,
cv313,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker,
Deepchord,
Bill Wells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Stooges,
Urselle,
Davy DMX,
The Vogues,
Connie Case,
Trumans Water,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.