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 France and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lalann to the funk 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Roxy Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cal Tjader,
Das Ding,
Soft Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultra Naté,
Adolescents,
The Pretty Things,
Lalann,
10cc,
This Heat,
Technova,
Dark Day,
Nas,
The Real Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kayak,
The American Breed,
Barclay James Harvest,
Circle Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Talk Talk,
The Toasters,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skarface,
Masters at Work,
The Dead C,
Minny Pops,
Lungfish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fatback Band,
Pierre Henry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alton Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
The Gladiators,
Peter and Kerry,
Audionom,
X-102,
Mark Hollis,
Minnie Riperton,
Mantronix,
Outsiders,
Patti Smith,
the Swans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quando Quango,
Aswad,
Byron Stingily,
Chris & Cosey,
Pulsallama,
Kenny Larkin,
Accadde A,
Tres Demented,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Red Krayola,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Excepter,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.