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 Romania and from Taipei.
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 Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Yazoo to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Sister Nancy,
X-101,
Model 500,
The Cowsills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Hood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Al Stewart,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slits,
Graham Central Station,
Peter & Gordon,
The Trojans,
Sun City Girls,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kas Product,
Negative Approach,
The Standells,
Faraquet,
Hoover,
KRS-One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Divine Comedy,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Knickerbockers,
Pere Ubu,
Banda Bassotti,
Barbara Tucker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Janne Schatter,
Davy DMX,
Kenny Larkin,
Sparks,
The Count Five,
Joey Negro,
The Zeros,
Sandy B,
Bluetip,
The Last Poets,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aural Exciters,
Rakim,
Clear Light,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
The Selecter,
Liliput,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.