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 Korea South and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
K-Klass,
The Litter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Hood,
Boredoms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jawbox,
Delta 5,
Lou Christie,
The Selecter,
Shuggie Otis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Godley & Creme,
The Seeds,
Liliput,
Newcleus,
Andrew Hill,
Faust,
Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crash Course in Science,
Soulsonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faraquet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
Nils Olav,
Eurythmics,
Youth Brigade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tim Buckley,
Anthony Braxton,
Groovy Waters,
Cybotron,
Average White Band,
Wasted Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
The Searchers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erasure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Technova,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Golliwogs,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül,
Radiohead,
Organ,
The Motions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris Corsano,
Alison Limerick,
Joy Division,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.