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 Croatia and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick Morgan,
Stereo Dub,
Pere Ubu,
Pierre Henry,
Juan Atkins,
The Last Poets,
Smog,
John Cale,
New Order,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skaos,
Darondo,
Bronski Beat,
Cal Tjader,
Circle Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Raincoats,
Minutemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers,
Swell Maps,
B.T. Express,
Sarah Menescal,
The Beau Brummels,
Mo-Dettes,
Amazonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
Graham Central Station,
Jacques Brel,
Scion,
Adolescents,
Metal Thangz,
Pulsallama,
Animal Collective,
X-102,
Isaac Hayes,
Unwound,
Massinfluence,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Charles Mingus,
Marine Girls,
The Doors,
Spoonie Gee,
Eurythmics,
Prince Buster,
Ultravox,
Nick Fraelich,
Suicide,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mad Mike,
Ten City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cameo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.