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 Sudan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
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 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 Joe Finger to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shuggie Otis,
Dawn Penn,
Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dennis Brown,
Excepter,
Panda Bear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Trojans,
Theoretical Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Adolescents,
Magazine,
Neil Young,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blues Magoos,
Graham Central Station,
The Saints,
Quando Quango,
Sly & The Family Stone,
B.T. Express,
Toni Rubio,
Ten City,
Essential Logic,
Con Funk Shun,
Guru Guru,
Blossom Toes,
The Wake,
Juan Atkins,
The Red Krayola,
Yaz,
Ossler,
Au Pairs,
Brand Nubian,
Alton Ellis,
Franke,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cybotron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Offenders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Y Pants,
Flipper,
Charles Mingus,
Scion,
Depeche Mode,
Alison Limerick,
Circle Jerks,
Maurizio,
Mr. Review,
The Blackbyrds,
Wings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harmonia,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.