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 Macedonia and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Black Bananas to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vladislav Delay,
Morten Harket,
Suicide,
Todd Rundgren,
Infiniti,
Accadde A,
Lungfish,
the Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonic Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Ponytail,
JFA,
Lindisfarne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mojo Men,
Youth Brigade,
The Cowsills,
World's Most,
Jacob Miller,
The Dead C,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
Soulsonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
The Litter,
Cal Tjader,
Pagans,
Interpol,
Radiopuhelimet,
a-ha,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Enemy,
Unrelated Segments,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Star Department,
The Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
Mission of Burma,
Blake Baxter,
Byron Stingily,
Reuben Wilson,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül,
Dark Day,
Inner City,
Tom Boy,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.