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 Jamaica and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Harmonia to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
The Pretty Things,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Real Kids,
Magazine,
Talk Talk,
the Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
Hoover,
Von Mondo,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
Yellowson,
The Raincoats,
Moss Icon,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris & Cosey,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
cv313,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eve St. Jones,
The Seeds,
B.T. Express,
The Smiths,
Lalann,
Black Bananas,
Organ,
Dual Sessions,
Negative Approach,
Soft Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Charles Mingus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fortunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Bar-Kays,
Carl Craig,
Maleditus Sound,
EPMD,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warsaw,
The Gun Club,
Erasure,
Cybotron,
X-Ray Spex,
The Young Rascals,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacques Brel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Five Americans,
Godley & Creme,
Bluetip,
Jacob Miller,
Peter & Gordon,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.