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 Swaziland and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Dawn Penn to the grime 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Tommy Roe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funkadelic,
New York Dolls,
Eric Copeland,
Slave,
Animal Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Mr. Review,
Kas Product,
Nick Fraelich,
Chrome,
FM Einheit,
Iggy Pop,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Altered Images,
Quando Quango,
Public Enemy,
Accadde A,
DJ Sneak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
Reuben Wilson,
The Count Five,
10cc,
Bobby Sherman,
UT,
Crash Course in Science,
Crooked Eye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aaron Thompson,
June Days,
Steve Hackett,
Rites of Spring,
Gerry Rafferty,
Surgeon,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Minor Threat,
Roger Hodgson,
Infiniti,
Visage,
B.T. Express,
Brass Construction,
Gang Starr,
Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Q and Not U,
Basic Channel,
Spandau Ballet,
Pole,
Peter and Kerry,
Don Cherry,
June of 44,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.