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 Jamaica and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Kool Moe Dee to the electroclash 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
CMW,
Idris Muhammad,
Dark Day,
D'Angelo,
Vladislav Delay,
Alphaville,
Sällskapet,
The Searchers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Whodini,
Liliput,
Angry Samoans,
Zero Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Warren Ellis,
The Trojans,
Cheater Slicks,
Byron Stingily,
L. Decosne,
10cc,
Monolake,
Danielle Patucci,
UT,
Skriet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
a-ha,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jawbox,
The Residents,
Siglo XX,
Scrapy,
The Leaves,
The Associates,
Letta Mbulu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donald Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cal Tjader,
Sugar Minott,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joy Division,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Germs,
The Selecter,
Marine Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rod Modell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Inner City,
Organ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Fraelich,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slave,
Easy Going,
Roger Hodgson,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Human League,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.