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 Slovakia and from London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Modern Lovers 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Urselle,
FM Einheit,
The Pretty Things,
X-101,
Chris & Cosey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Organ,
Average White Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Kurtis Blow,
Steve Hackett,
Sugar Minott,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
B.T. Express,
Stetsasonic,
Khruangbin,
The Zeros,
Sister Nancy,
The Remains,
Joe Finger,
Roxette,
Fatback Band,
Neu!,
Marc Almond,
Reagan Youth,
The Saints,
Saccharine Trust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camouflage,
Accadde A,
Cymande,
Minnie Riperton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faust,
Sound Behaviour,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Byrd,
Davy DMX,
The Sound,
The Toasters,
The J.B.'s,
Thee Headcoats,
The Star Department,
Peter and Kerry,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra,
Con Funk Shun,
Duran Duran,
Graham Central Station,
Black Bananas,
Soft Machine,
Mad Mike,
Rufus Thomas,
Albert Ayler,
Stiv Bators,
K-Klass,
Gang of Four,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.