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 Italy 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Robert Wyatt to the jazz 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Jandek,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blake Baxter,
Prince Buster,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Trojans,
The Happenings,
Janne Schatter,
The Seeds,
Panda Bear,
June Days,
F. McDonald,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Starr,
Erasure,
the Normal,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fluxion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Malaria!,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wings,
David Axelrod,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vladislav Delay,
Lyres,
The Buckinghams,
Alice Coltrane,
Yellowson,
The Fugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stiv Bators,
Essential Logic,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joyce Sims,
The Techniques,
June of 44,
World's Most,
Sparks,
Loose Ends,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
New Age Steppers,
Sister Nancy,
The Real Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Junior Murvin,
Theoretical Girls,
Second Layer,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.