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 Iceland and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Index to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Pierre Henry,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerri Chandler,
Q and Not U,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yellowson,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Rundgren,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skriet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dave Gahan,
Aaron Thompson,
The Moleskins,
Can,
DJ Style,
Chris & Cosey,
Metal Thangz,
The Misunderstood,
Al Stewart,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bluetip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Max Romeo,
Minutemen,
Average White Band,
The Residents,
The Offenders,
Reuben Wilson,
Shuggie Otis,
Blancmange,
Jandek,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oneida,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
D'Angelo,
The Motions,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Womack,
The Golliwogs,
Yusef Lateef,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Smooth,
Faraquet,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The New Christs,
Pere Ubu,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.