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 Spain and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Lalo Schifrin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
La Düsseldorf,
Stereo Dub,
Underground Resistance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stiv Bators,
KRS-One,
L. Decosne,
Subhumans,
Supertramp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Selecter,
Cameo,
Marvin Gaye,
Eve St. Jones,
48th St. Collective,
Suicide,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shoche,
Darondo,
Robert Görl,
The Moody Blues,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Byron Stingily,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Symarip,
Roxette,
Black Moon,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Christie,
Outsiders,
Faraquet,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Modern Lovers,
Marmalade,
Guru Guru,
Sun City Girls,
AZ,
Jawbox,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Hood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
E-Dancer,
Cecil Taylor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vladislav Delay,
Masters at Work,
Patti Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
JFA,
Malaria!,
Magazine,
Wings,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.