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 Tanzania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Morten Harket to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The Fugs,
Chris & Cosey,
Maurizio,
Charles Mingus,
X-102,
Public Enemy,
Rakim,
Gang Green,
Outsiders,
Black Bananas,
Ituana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rotary Connection,
Faraquet,
Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
The Modern Lovers,
Nico,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Swans,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Hood,
Blake Baxter,
Pantytec,
Eli Mardock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Durutti Column,
Scrapy,
a-ha,
The Neon Judgement,
Thompson Twins,
Section 25,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Agent Orange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camberwell Now,
Rod Modell,
Chrome,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Moon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang of Four,
48th St. Collective,
Scan 7,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Flag,
Nils Olav,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June of 44,
Nick Fraelich,
Talk Talk,
KRS-One,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.