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 Kazakhstan and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Duran Duran to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
The Real Kids,
Smog,
Tom Boy,
Alton Ellis,
Sparks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mantronix,
the Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Dolphy,
Maleditus Sound,
Warsaw,
The Trojans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-101,
The Names,
Susan Cadogan,
The Buckinghams,
OOIOO,
The Dave Clark Five,
Organ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sugar Minott,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Byrd,
The Litter,
Das Ding,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sister Nancy,
Shoche,
The Selecter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang On A Can,
Accadde A,
Idris Muhammad,
Swell Maps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
LL Cool J,
David Bowie,
Easy Going,
The Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wally Richardson,
PIL,
Faust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lindisfarne,
Kerri Chandler,
the Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blackbyrds,
Michelle Simonal,
Duran Duran,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül II,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.