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 El Salvador and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Marshall Jefferson to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Outsiders,
John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fugs,
Massinfluence,
Infiniti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Colin Newman,
Qualms,
Heaven 17,
Laurel Aitken,
World's Most,
Connie Case,
Yusef Lateef,
Faust,
Visage,
Stockholm Monsters,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pussy Galore,
The Stooges,
Ten City,
Freddie Wadling,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Kinks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Albert Ayler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nico,
Youth Brigade,
Warren Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
The Happenings,
Marine Girls,
Dark Day,
Niagra,
A Certain Ratio,
U.S. Maple,
Funky Four + One,
Eli Mardock,
Quadrant,
Erykah Badu,
Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
The Saints,
Subhumans,
The Selecter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiohead,
Lakeside,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Circle Jerks,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-102,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Associates,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.