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 Zimbabwe and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Lungfish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Birthday Party,
Heaven 17,
Quantec,
Nils Olav,
The Index,
Derrick Morgan,
The Five Americans,
Eurythmics,
Iggy Pop,
Audionom,
Technova,
John Holt,
Roxy Music,
Lucky Dragons,
The Offenders,
Accadde A,
Unwound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bauhaus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sarah Menescal,
Prince Buster,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Terry,
Letta Mbulu,
Guru Guru,
A Certain Ratio,
The Raincoats,
the Germs,
Basic Channel,
Juan Atkins,
Ultravox,
Crispy Ambulance,
FM Einheit,
Joyce Sims,
the Bar-Kays,
Aswad,
Bill Near,
Lower 48,
Pere Ubu,
Groovy Waters,
Negative Approach,
Theoretical Girls,
Oblivians,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Model 500,
Grey Daturas,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fall,
The Star Department,
Second Layer,
JFA,
Connie Case,
Hardrive,
David Axelrod,
Sandy B,
Minor Threat,
John Cale,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.