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 Venezuela and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Essential Logic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Schoolly D,
Duran Duran,
Dennis Brown,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Darondo,
Siglo XX,
Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
The Slackers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Starr,
Fugazi,
Josef K,
Minnie Riperton,
Flash Fearless,
T. Rex,
Grauzone,
Leonard Cohen,
The Real Kids,
Al Stewart,
Make Up,
Joy Division,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skriet,
Theoretical Girls,
Sandy B,
Amazonics,
Moss Icon,
Kerri Chandler,
Joey Negro,
KRS-One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Altered Images,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rekid,
Nas,
DJ Sneak,
Joyce Sims,
The Moleskins,
Interpol,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bang On A Can,
The Walker Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mark Hollis,
The Litter,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.