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 Turkmenistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Dorothy Ashby to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Tears for Fears,
Bob Dylan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dual Sessions,
Make Up,
Suicide,
The Skatalites,
X-101,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bizarre Inc.,
June of 44,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yellowson,
The Tremeloes,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Halsall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Massinfluence,
Cheater Slicks,
Pere Ubu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terry Callier,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantaleimon,
Minutemen,
Siglo XX,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Martian,
Aaron Thompson,
Yazoo,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moss Icon,
Supertramp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
The Fall,
Von Mondo,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sam Rivers,
Circle Jerks,
The United States of America,
Albert Ayler,
Ossler,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glenn Branca,
John Holt,
Pussy Galore,
The Moleskins,
Con Funk Shun,
Sound Behaviour,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Essential Logic,
Surgeon,
Joy Division,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxy Music,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.