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 Lithuania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Brass Construction to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Main Source,
T.S.O.L.,
Smog,
James White and The Blacks,
Bad Manners,
Cymande,
L. Decosne,
Porter Ricks,
Colin Newman,
Pierre Henry,
Japan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Parry Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
48th St. Collective,
Pagans,
Funkadelic,
Cluster,
Wolf Eyes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yazoo,
Dead Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mojo Men,
F. McDonald,
Saccharine Trust,
Cybotron,
Gang Starr,
Scratch Acid,
the Normal,
Hoover,
Danielle Patucci,
Grey Daturas,
Grauzone,
Goldenarms,
The Slackers,
Suicide,
Mantronix,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Tremeloes,
Supertramp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quadrant,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sight & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Offenders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stetsasonic,
Malaria!,
Bobby Byrd,
the Association,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.