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 Guinea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the punk 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Hot Snakes,
Faraquet,
Rotary Connection,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erykah Badu,
Adolescents,
The Modern Lovers,
Bob Dylan,
Drexciya,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
Joe Finger,
Quantec,
Public Enemy,
Dead Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy Collins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anakelly,
China Crisis,
Black Bananas,
Y Pants,
Black Moon,
Parry Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Severed Heads,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Machine,
Deepchord,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sex Pistols,
Absolute Body Control,
Harpers Bizarre,
Carl Craig,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ituana,
Marine Girls,
Goldenarms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Smog,
X-102,
Andrew Hill,
Jawbox,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Lungfish,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantaleimon,
The Star Department,
Davy DMX,
Flash Fearless,
Fugazi,
John Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Scientists,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.