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 Thailand and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
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 synthesizer 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 Soft Cell to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Fear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Massinfluence,
Maurizio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare,
Sex Pistols,
The Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harmonia,
Nas,
Buzzcocks,
Steve Hackett,
Chris Corsano,
The Grass Roots,
Little Man,
Crooked Eye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
Godley & Creme,
Maleditus Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun City Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Magma,
The Motions,
Glenn Branca,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T.S.O.L.,
Babytalk,
Albert Ayler,
Skriet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Flag,
Quando Quango,
Faraquet,
Sixth Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
OOIOO,
AZ,
Gil Scott Heron,
B.T. Express,
The Smiths,
Erasure,
Talk Talk,
The Residents,
Mars,
Sister Nancy,
cv313,
R.M.O.,
Model 500,
Soulsonic Force,
Josef K,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.