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 Peru and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Crash Course in Science,
Scion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
R.M.O.,
Joey Negro,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Clarke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Real Kids,
The Cure,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Lynne,
the Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Young Rascals,
Graham Central Station,
Lower 48,
Donny Hathaway,
Mantronix,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra,
Excepter,
Minny Pops,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Iggy Pop,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Index,
Newcleus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Organ,
Fat Boys,
The Smoke,
Letta Mbulu,
Smog,
Main Source,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Sherman,
KRS-One,
The Happenings,
Duran Duran,
Mary Jane Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Franke,
Pantaleimon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül II,
Silicon Teens,
Ronan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.