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 Slovakia and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Interpol to the punk 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thompson Twins,
Thee Headcoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultimate Spinach,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Womack,
Japan,
Mantronix,
These Immortal Souls,
Zapp,
New York Dolls,
Can,
Sällskapet,
Wolf Eyes,
Leonard Cohen,
Average White Band,
World's Most,
The Black Dice,
Erasure,
Ronan,
Scott Walker,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neil Young,
Swans,
The Index,
Masters at Work,
Fat Boys,
Rapeman,
Chrome,
Sarah Menescal,
Skarface,
Ten City,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maurizio,
Black Moon,
Ken Boothe,
The Cramps,
Niagra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Con Funk Shun,
Frankie Knuckles,
Interpol,
The Skatalites,
the Normal,
Jawbox,
Soul II Soul,
Dave Gahan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minutemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Wyatt,
Pulsallama,
Metal Thangz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
CMW,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Section 25,
Young Marble Giants,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.