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 Japan and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ronan to the crunk 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Goldenarms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Dual Sessions,
Ituana,
Scrapy,
Crime,
Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suicide,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monks,
Black Moon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABBA,
Q65,
Make Up,
Brothers Johnson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television,
Chris Corsano,
Lungfish,
The Motions,
Idris Muhammad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siglo XX,
Eurythmics,
Gong,
Heaven 17,
Schoolly D,
Soulsonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harry Pussy,
Graham Central Station,
Ultravox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Livin' Joy,
Blake Baxter,
Brass Construction,
Depeche Mode,
Joey Negro,
MC5,
The Misunderstood,
Fluxion,
Outsiders,
kango's stein massive,
Pagans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slave,
Bootsy Collins,
The Five Americans,
X-102,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Remains,
The Mummies,
Spoonie Gee,
Dead Boys,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.