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 Australia and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Barbara Tucker to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Faraquet,
Nik Kershaw,
World's Most,
Half Japanese,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
U.S. Maple,
Barrington Levy,
Bauhaus,
Livin' Joy,
Trumans Water,
Eurythmics,
Smog,
Pantytec,
Surgeon,
Rites of Spring,
Erasure,
Urselle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Iggy Pop,
Crash Course in Science,
Aswad,
Animal Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Mills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Khruangbin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television,
Agitation Free,
Fatback Band,
the Bar-Kays,
The Misunderstood,
Steve Hackett,
Thompson Twins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Whodini,
Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
UT,
Jeff Lynne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Index,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Flag,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Sheep,
Zapp,
Deadbeat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronan,
Bob Dylan,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy Collins,
Masters at Work,
Derrick Morgan,
Wolf Eyes,
Yaz,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.