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 Argentina and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the jazz 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Kenny Larkin,
Lindisfarne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sister Nancy,
Radiohead,
The Golliwogs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minny Pops,
cv313,
Stiv Bators,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stockholm Monsters,
Quantec,
The Selecter,
Cheater Slicks,
Rites of Spring,
the Human League,
Howard Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Copeland,
The Stooges,
Section 25,
Bluetip,
The Raincoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eli Mardock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deepchord,
Mo-Dettes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry's Kids,
D'Angelo,
Negative Approach,
Reuben Wilson,
Technova,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slits,
R.M.O.,
The Move,
June of 44,
Arab on Radar,
Morten Harket,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
Sound Behaviour,
Make Up,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
The Angels of Light,
Alison Limerick,
Excepter,
Sex Pistols,
Marvin Gaye,
Visage,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.