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 Moldova and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers 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?
Urselle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Con Funk Shun,
JFA,
John Foxx,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalann,
Depeche Mode,
Smog,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Pus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cymande,
Bill Wells,
Trumans Water,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barbara Tucker,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
Goldenarms,
Franke,
Bauhaus,
Royal Trux,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Barracudas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
Davy DMX,
Archie Shepp,
The Leaves,
B.T. Express,
Mantronix,
Alison Limerick,
David Axelrod,
Ultra Naté,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
E-Dancer,
Ornette Coleman,
The Neon Judgement,
Dawn Penn,
The Doors,
Eddi Front,
Eli Mardock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magma,
The Stooges,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Organ,
Intrusion,
Negative Approach,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camouflage,
Rhythm & Sound,
Duran Duran,
Supertramp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Finger,
Das Ding,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.