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 Estonia and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Scan 7 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
One Last Wish,
Cameo,
Reuben Wilson,
PIL,
Ronnie Foster,
Popol Vuh,
Man Eating Sloth,
Simply Red,
Duran Duran,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Bar-Kays,
Boz Scaggs,
Mission of Burma,
MDC,
Zero Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
The Saints,
Rakim,
Smog,
Sister Nancy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
Ten City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suburban Knight,
The Red Krayola,
Metal Thangz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
The Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scion,
The Martian,
Sandy B,
Kaleidoscope,
the Human League,
Schoolly D,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The American Breed,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masters at Work,
Moss Icon,
The Skatalites,
Maurizio,
Tears for Fears,
The Victims,
Yellowson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joyce Sims,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare,
Khruangbin,
Cal Tjader,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.