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 Malta and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Offenders,
Bluetip,
Hoover,
The Fall,
Unwound,
the Association,
Talk Talk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arab on Radar,
Popol Vuh,
Wally Richardson,
Motorama,
Aswad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blake Baxter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pussy Galore,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Enemy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Smooth,
John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shuggie Otis,
Interpol,
Trumans Water,
Stiv Bators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moebius,
Rhythm & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Cluster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sound,
Rekid,
The Standells,
Whodini,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smiths,
Anakelly,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boredoms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Judy Mowatt,
Skarface,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.