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 Panama and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terrestrial Tones 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Rites of Spring,
The Golliwogs,
Main Source,
Morten Harket,
The Barracudas,
The Knickerbockers,
Joy Division,
Junior Murvin,
Gichy Dan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Young Rascals,
Alton Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Halsall,
The Birthday Party,
Animal Collective,
Steve Hackett,
The Happenings,
Davy DMX,
The Cowsills,
Erasure,
Bauhaus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Clear Light,
Tres Demented,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Desert Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Brothers Johnson,
Trumans Water,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
The Human League,
the Normal,
Jimmy McGriff,
OOIOO,
Tommy Roe,
Adolescents,
One Last Wish,
Yellowson,
Hardrive,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Victims,
The Angels of Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
Don Cherry,
The Smoke,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Saints,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
D'Angelo,
New Age Steppers,
Aswad,
Lower 48,
The Misunderstood,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.