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 Netherlands and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ronan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Techniques,
Tears for Fears,
The Leaves,
Sister Nancy,
Alphaville,
Moebius,
Cecil Taylor,
Boz Scaggs,
June Days,
Duran Duran,
The Martian,
The Real Kids,
Stereo Dub,
The Toasters,
The Litter,
Deadbeat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry's Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
Lower 48,
Mantronix,
ABC,
Peter and Kerry,
Mars,
The Barracudas,
Minutemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Cybotron,
Youth Brigade,
EPMD,
Delta 5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
China Crisis,
Franke,
The Gories,
Scratch Acid,
Alice Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scientists,
Nick Fraelich,
David McCallum,
The Fortunes,
Khruangbin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thee Headcoats,
The Victims,
The New Christs,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warsaw,
Buzzcocks,
Barbara Tucker,
Mo-Dettes,
Bauhaus,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.