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 Brazil and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ronnie Foster to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crime,
Whodini,
Ossler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Toni Rubio,
Bad Manners,
Dave Gahan,
Buzzcocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yusef Lateef,
Simply Red,
Black Pus,
Mo-Dettes,
Swell Maps,
Black Sheep,
Hasil Adkins,
48th St. Collective,
Pole,
ABC,
a-ha,
LL Cool J,
Cluster,
The Red Krayola,
Cecil Taylor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suicide,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ken Boothe,
Sun City Girls,
B.T. Express,
Khruangbin,
The Count Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Machine,
Lyres,
Unrelated Segments,
Mad Mike,
Supertramp,
Deepchord,
Arcadia,
Throbbing Gristle,
Depeche Mode,
Brothers Johnson,
Bush Tetras,
the Normal,
Wire,
Bill Wells,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Rundgren,
Isaac Hayes,
K-Klass,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David McCallum,
Erasure,
The Last Poets,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wings,
Scion,
Byron Stingily,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.