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 Jamaica and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 In Retrospect to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Simply Red,
Unrelated Segments,
Connie Case,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dennis Brown,
Pharoah Sanders,
June Days,
Bill Wells,
Massinfluence,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Basic Channel,
Intrusion,
Warsaw,
Gang of Four,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacques Brel,
The Fortunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Skatalites,
Index,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smoke,
The Associates,
Das Ding,
Cluster,
Bobby Womack,
Bush Tetras,
Archie Shepp,
JFA,
Hardrive,
Joensuu 1685,
Zapp,
Black Bananas,
The Neon Judgement,
Kurtis Blow,
Steve Hackett,
Ten City,
Davy DMX,
The Buckinghams,
Subhumans,
Oneida,
Hoover,
Flipper,
The Martian,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amazonics,
Hot Snakes,
The Durutti Column,
Circle Jerks,
Chrome,
Reuben Wilson,
The Real Kids,
The Busters,
the Sonics,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.