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 Chile and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Fifty Foot Hose 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
10cc,
Bill Near,
Minnie Riperton,
Moss Icon,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxy Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül II,
The Names,
Jacob Miller,
Porter Ricks,
U.S. Maple,
The Associates,
Outsiders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Excepter,
ABC,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delta 5,
Animal Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fat Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Ten City,
Donald Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
EPMD,
Arcadia,
Lebanon Hanover,
Urselle,
Alison Limerick,
Rufus Thomas,
Freddie Wadling,
Wasted Youth,
Connie Case,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Black Flag,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Robert Hood,
Ossler,
The Moody Blues,
Sam Rivers,
The Fortunes,
The Mummies,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Simply Red,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.