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 Japan and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Eurythmics to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Terry,
Reagan Youth,
D'Angelo,
ABC,
Jerry's Kids,
ABBA,
Livin' Joy,
The Wake,
Aaron Thompson,
Harry Pussy,
The American Breed,
the Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young,
Nils Olav,
Faust,
The Litter,
Kaleidoscope,
Arab on Radar,
Eden Ahbez,
Joy Division,
Oblivians,
Mr. Review,
Parry Music,
Basic Channel,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Mills,
John Cale,
Zapp,
L. Decosne,
The Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
PIL,
Yusef Lateef,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quantec,
Severed Heads,
Black Flag,
Tres Demented,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Grass Roots,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
Von Mondo,
Monks,
The Red Krayola,
The Gories,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marmalade,
Sonic Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Bluetip,
Ludus,
Rotary Connection,
Suicide,
The Offenders,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.