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 Dominica and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 ABBA to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sonics,
The Dead C,
The Saints,
A Certain Ratio,
Section 25,
The Young Rascals,
Severed Heads,
Peter & Gordon,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick May,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Holt,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Birthday Party,
Patti Smith,
Radiohead,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agent Orange,
Duran Duran,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MC5,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Near,
the Fania All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
Junior Murvin,
The Smiths,
Fela Kuti,
Laurel Aitken,
Cheater Slicks,
Magma,
Trumans Water,
Heaven 17,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
AZ,
Anakelly,
Lou Christie,
Kayak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Sneak,
Eve St. Jones,
Sister Nancy,
Barrington Levy,
MDC,
kango's stein massive,
The Martian,
Skriet,
June Days,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hashim,
F. McDonald,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.