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 Grenada and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Arab on Radar,
Blancmange,
Scratch Acid,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tommy Roe,
Nirvana,
Japan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalann,
Peter & Gordon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dave Gahan,
X-Ray Spex,
PIL,
New Order,
Stockholm Monsters,
Iggy Pop,
Albert Ayler,
Gang of Four,
Nas,
The Vogues,
Josef K,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Interpol,
Nico,
World's Most,
Visage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Residents,
Pagans,
Silicon Teens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultravox,
MDC,
8 Eyed Spy,
Negative Approach,
The Doors,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aaron Thompson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerri Chandler,
EPMD,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cymande,
KRS-One,
Barclay James Harvest,
E-Dancer,
Deakin,
Mars,
Mantronix,
Sandy B,
Slick Rick,
Brick,
Todd Terry,
DNA,
Minor Threat,
Guru Guru,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.