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 Russia and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun City Girls to the electroclash 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Talk Talk,
MC5,
Eddi Front,
The Count Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Michelle Simonal,
Davy DMX,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Near,
Mantronix,
Eric B and Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Toni Rubio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Morten Harket,
The Residents,
Yellowson,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Style,
Derrick May,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fugs,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
The Happenings,
Second Layer,
Hardrive,
Agitation Free,
The Slackers,
U.S. Maple,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare,
Fad Gadget,
Swans,
Max Romeo,
Quadrant,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minutemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brand Nubian,
Radiohead,
Robert Hood,
Severed Heads,
Cymande,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Soft Cell,
The Names,
Nico,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Green,
Terry Callier,
Joy Division,
The Alarm Clocks,
Albert Ayler,
KRS-One,
New York Dolls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suicide,
Todd Rundgren,
Ituana,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.