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 East Timor and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick May,
Black Sheep,
Camberwell Now,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harry Pussy,
Darondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
Lungfish,
Joey Negro,
Grey Daturas,
Dennis Brown,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Bush Tetras,
R.M.O.,
Camouflage,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siglo XX,
The Trojans,
Brand Nubian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tres Demented,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Charles Mingus,
David McCallum,
Hasil Adkins,
Moebius,
Intrusion,
JFA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Urselle,
Goldenarms,
Jerry's Kids,
Max Romeo,
World's Most,
F. McDonald,
The Cramps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spoonie Gee,
Pagans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mo-Dettes,
K-Klass,
Andrew Hill,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Music Machine,
The Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Görl,
Youth Brigade,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.