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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
the Normal,
Dark Day,
the Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Simply Red,
Oblivians,
Liliput,
Inner City,
Roger Hodgson,
Flipper,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Sheep,
Camberwell Now,
Zapp,
Lyres,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James White and The Blacks,
Suburban Knight,
Roxette,
The Buckinghams,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quantec,
Bluetip,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Evens,
Deepchord,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Josef K,
Minutemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pretty Things,
CMW,
Easy Going,
Sällskapet,
Judy Mowatt,
Buzzcocks,
The Kinks,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Görl,
Subhumans,
Archie Shepp,
AZ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Techniques,
Sandy B,
Wire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slave,
Cecil Taylor,
Marcia Griffiths,
Don Cherry,
the Swans,
Hot Snakes,
The Stooges,
The Velvet Underground,
the Association,
Faust,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.