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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
a-ha,
Jacob Miller,
Shuggie Otis,
Cybotron,
Urselle,
Angry Samoans,
One Last Wish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxette,
The Invisible,
Moebius,
The Knickerbockers,
The Durutti Column,
The Music Machine,
Fluxion,
Anthony Braxton,
Toni Rubio,
cv313,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Lynne,
Masters at Work,
Faust,
Bobby Sherman,
Infiniti,
JFA,
The Misunderstood,
Delta 5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fear,
Isaac Hayes,
Television,
Henry Cow,
H. Thieme,
The Standells,
F. McDonald,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Almond,
the Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
Minny Pops,
Stetsasonic,
Stiv Bators,
Harry Pussy,
Scan 7,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed,
Iggy Pop,
KRS-One,
Sandy B,
The Searchers,
Can,
A Certain Ratio,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlback,
China Crisis,
Blancmange,
Shoche,
Michelle Simonal,
The Leaves,
Unwound,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.