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 Congo and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Los Fastidios to the rock 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Black Moon,
DNA,
Bobby Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
Faust,
Steve Hackett,
The Fuzztones,
Juan Atkins,
Massinfluence,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slackers,
Sister Nancy,
PIL,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
Flash Fearless,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gregory Isaacs,
KRS-One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Byron Stingily,
the Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Organ,
Slick Rick,
The Modern Lovers,
Tom Boy,
Colin Newman,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
L. Decosne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thee Headcoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Michelle Simonal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television Personalities,
Bronski Beat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Model 500,
Jeff Mills,
Ituana,
Altered Images,
Au Pairs,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stetsasonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Toasters,
The Real Kids,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.