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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 D'Angelo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Metal Thangz,
Bad Manners,
Zapp,
Alison Limerick,
ABC,
L. Decosne,
Sex Pistols,
Negative Approach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Circle Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ten City,
Sixth Finger,
David Axelrod,
The Leaves,
Livin' Joy,
The Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABBA,
Black Bananas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Teasers,
Youth Brigade,
Deepchord,
Toni Rubio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronan,
The Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
PIL,
John Foxx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Rundgren,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Terry,
Minutemen,
The Raincoats,
Freddie Wadling,
The Knickerbockers,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Theoretical Girls,
Blancmange,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suburban Knight,
The Durutti Column,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Organ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rekid,
Au Pairs,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.