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 Nepal and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Easy Going to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Anthony Braxton,
Sexual Harrassment,
JFA,
The Index,
Don Cherry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Juan Atkins,
Amazonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yazoo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Judy Mowatt,
Ten City,
Smog,
Vladislav Delay,
Funky Four + One,
Minny Pops,
John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mars,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lyres,
The Gun Club,
cv313,
Moby Grape,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joey Negro,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lightning Bolt,
Accadde A,
Graham Central Station,
Alphaville,
Quando Quango,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wire,
The Litter,
Aural Exciters,
Flash Fearless,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arab on Radar,
The Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Human League,
Neil Young,
Circle Jerks,
Index,
Rod Modell,
Ludus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angry Samoans,
OOIOO,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dave Gahan,
DNA,
Rakim,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.