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 Namibia and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Au Pairs to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Babytalk,
Michelle Simonal,
Rotary Connection,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick May,
These Immortal Souls,
Ten City,
Soft Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harmonia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalann,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
Ken Boothe,
Average White Band,
Erykah Badu,
Quando Quango,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Almond,
Flash Fearless,
Ice-T,
Silicon Teens,
cv313,
Skarface,
Maurizio,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Crooked Eye,
Suicide,
Stereo Dub,
The Black Dice,
Bauhaus,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxy Music,
Animal Collective,
Depeche Mode,
the Normal,
Alphaville,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ituana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siglo XX,
The Buckinghams,
Japan,
Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
Khruangbin,
Rod Modell,
Eric Copeland,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.