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 Moldova and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Visage to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Halsall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
The Stooges,
Mission of Burma,
Nils Olav,
Slave,
The Knickerbockers,
Procol Harum,
48th St. Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott Heron,
Susan Cadogan,
The Barracudas,
Sandy B,
Slick Rick,
Con Funk Shun,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Basic Channel,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pop Group,
The American Breed,
Kas Product,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Tremeloes,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül II,
Underground Resistance,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra,
Peter & Gordon,
Warsaw,
Outsiders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scan 7,
Isaac Hayes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lucky Dragons,
Junior Murvin,
The Walker Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
Scrapy,
The Litter,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zapp,
Jerry's Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultravox,
Toni Rubio,
Mo-Dettes,
Jandek,
Black Pus,
Inner City,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.