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 Guyana and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Lou Reed 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 John Foxx to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD 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?
Ponytail,
Hardrive,
David Axelrod,
Boz Scaggs,
Ludus,
Yaz,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pop Group,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cure,
ABC,
Basic Channel,
Wasted Youth,
The Toasters,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Order,
Television Personalities,
Slick Rick,
The Standells,
R.M.O.,
Flipper,
Donny Hathaway,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tres Demented,
The Cramps,
Model 500,
The Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
Procol Harum,
Kerri Chandler,
Motorama,
The Durutti Column,
Make Up,
Dead Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Essential Logic,
The Sonics,
Robert Hood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fire Engines,
Rekid,
Jeru the Damaja,
Schoolly D,
Rapeman,
New York Dolls,
Brick,
Bootsy Collins,
Delta 5,
Porter Ricks,
Supertramp,
Henry Cow,
The Martian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.