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 Philippines and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Reagan Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Almond,
ABBA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Colin Newman,
Liliput,
Tomorrow,
the Normal,
Second Layer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
Grey Daturas,
The Divine Comedy,
Drexciya,
Todd Rundgren,
Lindisfarne,
FM Einheit,
Deepchord,
Public Image Ltd.,
Al Stewart,
The Fuzztones,
John Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
Ultra Naté,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minutemen,
KRS-One,
Agitation Free,
John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
Black Moon,
Mad Mike,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
Fat Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cal Tjader,
The Sound,
Yazoo,
The Kinks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slick Rick,
Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tres Demented,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rufus Thomas,
Rotary Connection,
Audionom,
Stetsasonic,
cv313,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.