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 Tonga and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Fear to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
D'Angelo,
Heaven 17,
Derrick Morgan,
Bronski Beat,
ABBA,
Connie Case,
The Doors,
Pierre Henry,
The Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
Skaos,
Ronan,
Monks,
Godley & Creme,
The Kinks,
The Real Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
The Black Dice,
Qualms,
Lungfish,
The Monochrome Set,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kaleidoscope,
The Searchers,
Eric Copeland,
The Human League,
Intrusion,
Donny Hathaway,
Kayak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pretty Things,
Tubeway Army,
Drexciya,
Siglo XX,
Yazoo,
FM Einheit,
Lalann,
Stereo Dub,
Skriet,
DNA,
Dawn Penn,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sarah Menescal,
Danielle Patucci,
Terry Callier,
Nick Fraelich,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ossler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
B.T. Express,
Prince Buster,
Ponytail,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shoche,
Soul II Soul,
The United States of America,
Blake Baxter,
Barrington Levy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.