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 Laos and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 Slave to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Intrusion,
The Martian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Clear Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Depeche Mode,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T. Rex,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantaleimon,
Pole,
The Selecter,
Harry Pussy,
The Dirtbombs,
Faust,
Don Cherry,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spoonie Gee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moby Grape,
David Axelrod,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Mills,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gong,
the Soft Cell,
Interpol,
Soulsonic Force,
The Busters,
Max Romeo,
Sonic Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erykah Badu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jawbox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Zeros,
Judy Mowatt,
Fat Boys,
48th St. Collective,
CMW,
Lou Christie,
Visage,
Jeff Lynne,
The Kinks,
Section 25,
Heaven 17,
Derrick May,
Tommy Roe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Das Ding,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.