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 Moldova and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arthur Verocai to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Deakin,
The Victims,
Connie Case,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter and Kerry,
Swell Maps,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABC,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Human League,
Visage,
Harmonia,
Arthur Verocai,
10cc,
Dawn Penn,
Delta 5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Osbourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalann,
Heaven 17,
Josef K,
Depeche Mode,
Kaleidoscope,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erasure,
Pagans,
Joe Finger,
Radiohead,
Motorama,
Pole,
Accadde A,
Urselle,
In Retrospect,
The Mojo Men,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warren Ellis,
Roxette,
Wings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marmalade,
the Sonics,
UT,
James White and The Blacks,
Niagra,
Stereo Dub,
Ronan,
Lower 48,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Terry,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Foxx,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.