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 Malaysia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Arcadia to the electroclash 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Zero Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Urselle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Trumans Water,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Mills,
The Techniques,
The Misunderstood,
Anakelly,
Aswad,
Vladislav Delay,
Animal Collective,
Mark Hollis,
cv313,
The Tremeloes,
The Cure,
Thompson Twins,
Jandek,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Terry,
Youth Brigade,
Surgeon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalann,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tom Boy,
Rites of Spring,
Visage,
Camouflage,
Monolake,
John Foxx,
Can,
The Victims,
Subhumans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boredoms,
Organ,
Pulsallama,
Drexciya,
Dark Day,
R.M.O.,
Bad Manners,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maurizio,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker,
Hardrive,
Heaven 17,
Eric B and Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
a-ha,
Yellowson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris Corsano,
Harry Pussy,
Niagra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.