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 France and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fatback Band to the dance 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erasure,
Yazoo,
Sarah Menescal,
Y Pants,
Yaz,
Isaac Hayes,
K-Klass,
Lungfish,
Bauhaus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Royal Trux,
Skaos,
Kas Product,
Sun City Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Lynne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blancmange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Maleditus Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Ponytail,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grey Daturas,
China Crisis,
The Raincoats,
The Five Americans,
The American Breed,
The Happenings,
The Moleskins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Basic Channel,
DJ Sneak,
Parry Music,
Severed Heads,
June Days,
the Human League,
Procol Harum,
Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
Faust,
Kerri Chandler,
Minny Pops,
Steve Hackett,
Buzzcocks,
AZ,
Cecil Taylor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eurythmics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Adolescents,
Ronnie Foster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.