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 Ghana and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Crime to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Wings,
Dawn Penn,
Arab on Radar,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry's Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
Scrapy,
Eddi Front,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Bourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joyce Sims,
Erykah Badu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marine Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oblivians,
Basic Channel,
Public Enemy,
Inner City,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fugs,
KRS-One,
Isaac Hayes,
Tubeway Army,
Thompson Twins,
Mantronix,
Freddie Wadling,
Moebius,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vainqueur,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
10cc,
Charles Mingus,
Slave,
Mo-Dettes,
Ossler,
Rites of Spring,
Tommy Roe,
The Real Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Banda Bassotti,
Archie Shepp,
Saccharine Trust,
ABC,
The Kinks,
Buzzcocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Flag,
Blake Baxter,
H. Thieme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Saints,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.