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 Tonga and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Soft Cell to the jazz 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Todd Terry,
The Litter,
Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Slits,
Fugazi,
the Sonics,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Malaria!,
Niagra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slave,
Stetsasonic,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
X-102,
Wings,
Mad Mike,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Interpol,
Young Marble Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Agitation Free,
Mr. Review,
The Monks,
The Music Machine,
Average White Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Pole,
The Slits,
Alphaville,
Buzzcocks,
PIL,
Sparks,
Dark Day,
KRS-One,
Stereo Dub,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kaleidoscope,
David Bowie,
Alison Limerick,
Aural Exciters,
June of 44,
Faraquet,
The Barracudas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Iggy Pop,
Jandek,
Toni Rubio,
Nico,
Derrick May,
The Gap Band,
The Leaves,
Danielle Patucci,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.