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 Cambodia and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Yaz to the rock 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Desert Stars,
David Bowie,
the Normal,
Yellowson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aswad,
DJ Style,
Ohio Players,
Shuggie Otis,
Oblivians,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agitation Free,
The Toasters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joey Negro,
Second Layer,
Excepter,
Godley & Creme,
Sarah Menescal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DNA,
The Last Poets,
These Immortal Souls,
The Index,
Wally Richardson,
Erykah Badu,
Soul II Soul,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agent Orange,
The Durutti Column,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slave,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gap Band,
Black Sheep,
Man Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
Brick,
La Düsseldorf,
the Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
The Star Department,
Lou Christie,
Neu!,
Con Funk Shun,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Model 500,
This Heat,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deadbeat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monolake,
Morten Harket,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.