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 East Timor and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Sister Nancy to the techno 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Clarke,
Swell Maps,
Blake Baxter,
Absolute Body Control,
Little Man,
Danielle Patucci,
Television Personalities,
Chris Corsano,
David Axelrod,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Popol Vuh,
the Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Red Krayola,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monochrome Set,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Style,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slick Rick,
Jawbox,
Aswad,
Supertramp,
The Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Surgeon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sparks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rod Modell,
Davy DMX,
Moss Icon,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül II,
Symarip,
Lungfish,
Wire,
The Moody Blues,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Sneak,
Basic Channel,
Von Mondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dead Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.