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 Jordan and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tears for Fears to the electroclash 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Arcadia,
Organ,
Joensuu 1685,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rod Modell,
Black Pus,
The Music Machine,
John Lydon,
Nik Kershaw,
Make Up,
Boz Scaggs,
a-ha,
Section 25,
Sparks,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doors,
The Trojans,
Rosa Yemen,
Steve Hackett,
Surgeon,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare,
T. Rex,
David Bowie,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smoke,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Grass Roots,
Sarah Menescal,
John Foxx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yellowson,
X-101,
Robert Hood,
Wings,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick Morgan,
Pulsallama,
Darondo,
CMW,
Carl Craig,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Bourne,
Talk Talk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Index,
Severed Heads,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pylon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Association,
PIL,
Anakelly,
Drexciya,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris Corsano,
Buzzcocks,
The Residents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Y Pants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.