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 Mexico and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Don Cherry,
Lightning Bolt,
Goldenarms,
Nils Olav,
Alphaville,
Peter and Kerry,
T. Rex,
Scion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Audionom,
John Holt,
Bauhaus,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantaleimon,
Pylon,
Black Flag,
Scan 7,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fuzztones,
Blancmange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monks,
D'Angelo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
AZ,
Bootsy Collins,
Harmonia,
Black Pus,
Black Bananas,
Franke,
Roger Hodgson,
Tim Buckley,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
CMW,
World's Most,
Ultra Naté,
Gregory Isaacs,
Iggy Pop,
Prince Buster,
Letta Mbulu,
Bluetip,
Lucky Dragons,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Saccharine Trust,
Lindisfarne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Graham Central Station,
Mad Mike,
Moss Icon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mantronix,
The Stooges,
Jeff Lynne,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.