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 Cape Verde and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Marshall Jefferson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Deepchord,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Severed Heads,
The Fuzztones,
Ronan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mr. Review,
Kas Product,
Supertramp,
This Heat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quando Quango,
Harmonia,
Morten Harket,
Youth Brigade,
Panda Bear,
Cymande,
Bobby Sherman,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joy Division,
The Dirtbombs,
Arab on Radar,
Scan 7,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Cale,
X-102,
Flipper,
Joensuu 1685,
Yaz,
Average White Band,
Barrington Levy,
The Evens,
Procol Harum,
Jerry's Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
EPMD,
PIL,
Cal Tjader,
ABC,
The Wake,
Mary Jane Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed,
Bang On A Can,
Graham Central Station,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABBA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agitation Free,
Boz Scaggs,
Bush Tetras,
Godley & Creme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fatback Band,
Sällskapet,
T.S.O.L.,
The Move,
Carl Craig,
Television Personalities,
The Cramps,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.