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 Somalia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Bobby Sherman to the crunk 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
PIL,
The Wake,
Black Sheep,
Simply Red,
Nas,
Roxette,
Alton Ellis,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Wings,
The American Breed,
Cybotron,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed,
Au Pairs,
Judy Mowatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wally Richardson,
the Sonics,
The Selecter,
The Divine Comedy,
Underground Resistance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultravox,
The Fall,
Pylon,
Aaron Thompson,
The Star Department,
The Gories,
Duran Duran,
It's A Beautiful Day,
OOIOO,
Royal Trux,
Derrick May,
Magma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marshall Jefferson,
World's Most,
Porter Ricks,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Sherman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pagans,
Prince Buster,
Hot Snakes,
The Trojans,
Model 500,
Alphaville,
Tubeway Army,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kas Product,
Angry Samoans,
Make Up,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.