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 Jordan and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Parry Music 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
This Heat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Sneak,
Mandrill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moleskins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q and Not U,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fuzztones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cameo,
The Blackbyrds,
Slave,
Nick Fraelich,
Aswad,
Josef K,
U.S. Maple,
Flash Fearless,
The Searchers,
The Barracudas,
Darondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
China Crisis,
Morten Harket,
Clear Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hot Snakes,
Prince Buster,
Tim Buckley,
Popol Vuh,
Bronski Beat,
John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unwound,
Essential Logic,
Henry Cow,
Derrick Morgan,
Davy DMX,
Ronan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glenn Branca,
Dual Sessions,
Khruangbin,
Depeche Mode,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joensuu 1685,
Curtis Mayfield,
Absolute Body Control,
Mark Hollis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rosa Yemen,
Outsiders,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.