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 Tanzania 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Cheater Slicks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visage,
Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
Yusef Lateef,
Icehouse,
Donald Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funky Four + One,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacques Brel,
Agitation Free,
X-101,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Angels of Light,
Eurythmics,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Bananas,
Zero Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
China Crisis,
Ituana,
Ten City,
Gang Starr,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Near,
The Gladiators,
The Move,
Wasted Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
The Count Five,
Gabor Szabo,
The Busters,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare,
Deepchord,
Andrew Hill,
The Mummies,
Matthew Halsall,
John Lydon,
Qualms,
The Evens,
Motorama,
Animal Collective,
Urselle,
Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
Make Up,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.