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 Bulgaria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 10cc to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Remains,
The Misunderstood,
the Swans,
Erasure,
Gang Green,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Half Japanese,
Tres Demented,
Surgeon,
New Order,
MDC,
Slave,
Jeff Mills,
The Knickerbockers,
Charles Mingus,
The Toasters,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Görl,
Zero Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Birthday Party,
The Monochrome Set,
Dead Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joensuu 1685,
Khruangbin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barrington Levy,
Soul II Soul,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funky Four + One,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ponytail,
Barry Ungar,
Von Mondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Youth Brigade,
Country Teasers,
Josef K,
Patti Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
Nick Fraelich,
Quadrant,
Rod Modell,
Tears for Fears,
the Bar-Kays,
Al Stewart,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Japan,
Marc Almond,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.