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 Japan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Man Parrish to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Sight & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Pantytec,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers,
The Divine Comedy,
Visage,
Sun City Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Moby Grape,
The Saints,
The Misunderstood,
Max Romeo,
The Invisible,
Eve St. Jones,
Zero Boys,
Flipper,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Teasers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camberwell Now,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flash Fearless,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
Idris Muhammad,
Von Mondo,
T. Rex,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Bourne,
Section 25,
Minnie Riperton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Metal Thangz,
Anthony Braxton,
New York Dolls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erykah Badu,
Aswad,
Rosa Yemen,
Monks,
Scientists,
Alton Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Babytalk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Don Cherry,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mantronix,
T.S.O.L.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerri Chandler,
Nas,
Gang Starr,
Sparks,
Dawn Penn,
Japan,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.