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 Egypt and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 EPMD to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Funky Four + One,
Black Bananas,
Anakelly,
Schoolly D,
Echospace,
Aswad,
John Holt,
Ituana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Axelrod,
Trumans Water,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
Darondo,
Ultra Naté,
Nik Kershaw,
Swans,
Essential Logic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Skatalites,
The Divine Comedy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
Archie Shepp,
Susan Cadogan,
E-Dancer,
Tropical Tobacco,
Juan Atkins,
Dawn Penn,
Los Fastidios,
The Cowsills,
Stetsasonic,
Howard Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Terry Callier,
Patti Smith,
Babytalk,
The Leaves,
Peter & Gordon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Rundgren,
Lungfish,
The Associates,
The Knickerbockers,
Young Marble Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Gichy Dan,
Drexciya,
Kas Product,
Interpol,
The New Christs,
Marc Almond,
World's Most,
Rekid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül,
Bad Manners,
Lucky Dragons,
Stiv Bators,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.