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 Seychelles and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Sparks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Jeru the Damaja,
DNA,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
cv313,
Lyres,
Cybotron,
Nirvana,
Peter & Gordon,
Siglo XX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mark Hollis,
Eden Ahbez,
Dead Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aural Exciters,
The Zeros,
The Detroit Cobras,
T.S.O.L.,
Wire,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Starr,
KRS-One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Surgeon,
Make Up,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Leaves,
Lou Christie,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moleskins,
Agent Orange,
Mars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ossler,
Rites of Spring,
The Divine Comedy,
Amazonics,
Monks,
Carl Craig,
Marine Girls,
The Trojans,
Dave Gahan,
Hashim,
Skriet,
Alison Limerick,
Camberwell Now,
Ultra Naté,
Nico,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nas,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Remains,
Motorama,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.