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 Burkina and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Monks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Connie Case,
the Association,
Unwound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Smog,
Fat Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
Mark Hollis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
L. Decosne,
The J.B.'s,
U.S. Maple,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brothers Johnson,
the Sonics,
The Sonics,
Babytalk,
X-101,
Rotary Connection,
Ponytail,
Tubeway Army,
World's Most,
Sound Behaviour,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Buckinghams,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Qualms,
Bobby Womack,
Camouflage,
Stiv Bators,
The Wake,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nik Kershaw,
Boz Scaggs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Mills,
The Young Rascals,
The Mummies,
DJ Sneak,
48th St. Collective,
Fatback Band,
The Litter,
Fear,
Make Up,
Kayak,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Parrish,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.