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 Romania and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Gladiators to the disco 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amazonics,
Warsaw,
Neil Young,
Roger Hodgson,
The J.B.'s,
Model 500,
Graham Central Station,
The Busters,
Joe Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Malaria!,
Severed Heads,
Mo-Dettes,
David Axelrod,
Quando Quango,
Brass Construction,
Gang of Four,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monolake,
The Last Poets,
Wolf Eyes,
Howard Jones,
Sparks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Human League,
Q65,
The Selecter,
Mantronix,
Robert Görl,
Banda Bassotti,
the Germs,
The Remains,
Johnny Clarke,
Loose Ends,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Michelle Simonal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Absolute Body Control,
Monks,
Newcleus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Byron Stingily,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Hill,
Tres Demented,
The Smiths,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
World's Most,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Fraelich,
Donny Hathaway,
Brothers Johnson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lucky Dragons,
Can,
a-ha,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.