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 Chad and from London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Guru Guru to the dance 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Guru Guru,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Symarip,
Skriet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joey Negro,
Roger Hodgson,
New York Dolls,
Gichy Dan,
Tommy Roe,
Ituana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blake Baxter,
Sonic Youth,
The Smiths,
Desert Stars,
Interpol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dead Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pagans,
Pussy Galore,
Metal Thangz,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang of Four,
the Bar-Kays,
Banda Bassotti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Names,
These Immortal Souls,
T. Rex,
Bronski Beat,
X-101,
Funky Four + One,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drexciya,
Cluster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camouflage,
Lalann,
Urselle,
Matthew Bourne,
Janne Schatter,
OOIOO,
Cybotron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Henry Cow,
MC5,
Morten Harket,
World's Most,
Schoolly D,
The Fire Engines,
Rakim,
Bauhaus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.