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 Monaco and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the electroclash 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Babytalk,
Neil Young,
the Normal,
Dennis Brown,
JFA,
Easy Going,
The Smiths,
The Litter,
Deadbeat,
CMW,
DJ Sneak,
Erykah Badu,
Outsiders,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mojo Men,
FM Einheit,
Niagra,
ABBA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris Corsano,
Bush Tetras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Japan,
Toni Rubio,
The Gladiators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Whodini,
The Moleskins,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dead C,
Ten City,
Ultravox,
Lebanon Hanover,
Essential Logic,
Lou Christie,
Y Pants,
John Holt,
Accadde A,
Pere Ubu,
Aswad,
E-Dancer,
Livin' Joy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sound,
Trumans Water,
Flash Fearless,
Ohio Players,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blancmange,
the Sonics,
Suicide,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
EPMD,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.