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 Yemen and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 David Axelrod to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fortunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Q65,
Flipper,
Popol Vuh,
Minny Pops,
CMW,
Kurtis Blow,
Aloha Tigers,
Smog,
Faraquet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
The Remains,
The Residents,
The Knickerbockers,
Crime,
Yazoo,
These Immortal Souls,
Bob Dylan,
Arcadia,
a-ha,
Slick Rick,
Drive Like Jehu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T.S.O.L.,
Blancmange,
Alison Limerick,
E-Dancer,
Thompson Twins,
Y Pants,
Mission of Burma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ohio Players,
The Blues Magoos,
Moss Icon,
Lalann,
The Smiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Pylon,
Youth Brigade,
Patti Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Finger,
The Raincoats,
Radio Birdman,
Pole,
Stiv Bators,
OOIOO,
Hashim,
Von Mondo,
Pulsallama,
Dawn Penn,
Howard Jones,
Lakeside,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.