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 Benin and from London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Todd Rundgren 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
The Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
Depeche Mode,
Agitation Free,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joy Division,
KRS-One,
Judy Mowatt,
Prince Buster,
Junior Murvin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
X-101,
Neil Young,
Blossom Toes,
The Vogues,
Agent Orange,
Loose Ends,
Boz Scaggs,
Wasted Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
Skarface,
Freddie Wadling,
Lower 48,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Moon,
The Sound,
Rekid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slick Rick,
Trumans Water,
OOIOO,
Kurtis Blow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marvin Gaye,
Pole,
Country Teasers,
Ultra Naté,
Deadbeat,
Thompson Twins,
Michelle Simonal,
Lindisfarne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June of 44,
MDC,
Rapeman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thee Headcoats,
Desert Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arthur Verocai,
Tim Buckley,
David Bowie,
Adolescents,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.