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 Djibouti and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
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 theremin 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 Reagan Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Bronski Beat,
Sugar Minott,
The Slackers,
JFA,
Loose Ends,
Saccharine Trust,
Archie Shepp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pylon,
Lindisfarne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sparks,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nico,
Harry Pussy,
Cal Tjader,
Quando Quango,
Pierre Henry,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Normal,
Andrew Hill,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultra Naté,
Brand Nubian,
X-102,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erasure,
Moebius,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tubeway Army,
cv313,
Lucky Dragons,
Severed Heads,
Eve St. Jones,
Pere Ubu,
Animal Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Techniques,
The Cowsills,
Marvin Gaye,
Motorama,
Erykah Badu,
Tommy Roe,
The Martian,
John Lydon,
Wasted Youth,
Jawbox,
U.S. Maple,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barrington Levy,
Anakelly,
Agitation Free,
Ultravox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Christie,
Nik Kershaw,
James White and The Blacks,
CMW,
Shuggie Otis,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.