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 Israel and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Erasure to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Fatback Band,
The Litter,
MDC,
Eurythmics,
Cymande,
Aural Exciters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hoover,
Circle Jerks,
Harmonia,
Grey Daturas,
Albert Ayler,
The Names,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lakeside,
Susan Cadogan,
a-ha,
Deadbeat,
Barbara Tucker,
This Heat,
Moby Grape,
Colin Newman,
Nas,
The Pop Group,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Guru Guru,
Gang Green,
Bootsy Collins,
R.M.O.,
Rosa Yemen,
Minnie Riperton,
Magazine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sugar Minott,
Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
Slick Rick,
The Stooges,
Stockholm Monsters,
Basic Channel,
the Normal,
Bang On A Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scratch Acid,
Ten City,
Joy Division,
Livin' Joy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Germs,
Goldenarms,
Pierre Henry,
Barrington Levy,
The Sound,
Mars,
Franke,
Tears for Fears,
Maleditus Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.