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 Cambodia and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Rosa Yemen to the techno 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Davy DMX,
Arcadia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Bronski Beat,
Circle Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
Simply Red,
These Immortal Souls,
Reagan Youth,
Heaven 17,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Toni Rubio,
New York Dolls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Schoolly D,
Tears for Fears,
Funkadelic,
Darondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronan,
Ponytail,
CMW,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thee Headcoats,
Fear,
Youth Brigade,
Pere Ubu,
Massinfluence,
Gong,
Chrome,
Interpol,
The Dirtbombs,
Morten Harket,
Moebius,
Easy Going,
Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
Loose Ends,
Sam Rivers,
Television,
OOIOO,
The Count Five,
Archie Shepp,
Excepter,
Mantronix,
Underground Resistance,
Kas Product,
Trumans Water,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Byrd,
Wire,
Sparks,
Pole,
Lalann,
Babytalk,
The Move,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.