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 Kyrgyzstan and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chris Corsano to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Stiv Bators,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sound,
New Order,
Lower 48,
Ultravox,
Moss Icon,
New Age Steppers,
Desert Stars,
Blake Baxter,
John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Starr,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker,
Surgeon,
Ituana,
Barbara Tucker,
Alphaville,
Boredoms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lyres,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Henry Cow,
The Black Dice,
The Index,
Ohio Players,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Idris Muhammad,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Detroit Cobras,
China Crisis,
Depeche Mode,
The Mojo Men,
Nik Kershaw,
These Immortal Souls,
Y Pants,
Altered Images,
The Monochrome Set,
Mr. Review,
Brick,
Robert Hood,
Sound Behaviour,
Susan Cadogan,
Ponytail,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lightning Bolt,
Nico,
The Count Five,
Index,
Visage,
Deepchord,
Morten Harket,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharoah Sanders,
The New Christs,
Cameo,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.