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 Senegal and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Technova,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doors,
Pagans,
kango's stein massive,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chrome,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Whodini,
Minnie Riperton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Loose Ends,
The Cramps,
Roxy Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vladislav Delay,
Warsaw,
Livin' Joy,
Average White Band,
Rapeman,
Sällskapet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hot Snakes,
Ronan,
John Lydon,
The Pretty Things,
Alton Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moody Blues,
Yazoo,
Magma,
The Beau Brummels,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ponytail,
The Slackers,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dirtbombs,
The Names,
Todd Terry,
Alphaville,
Radio Birdman,
Country Teasers,
Excepter,
Kurtis Blow,
David Axelrod,
Dead Boys,
Lungfish,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Litter,
The Motions,
Quadrant,
Roxette,
Niagra,
the Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.