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 Norway and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Absolute Body Control to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Young Rascals,
Scion,
Boredoms,
Aaron Thompson,
Accadde A,
David Bowie,
Pere Ubu,
Sun City Girls,
Royal Trux,
The Fugs,
Bronski Beat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tres Demented,
Mission of Burma,
Country Teasers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ohio Players,
Camberwell Now,
Minnie Riperton,
Junior Murvin,
Lalann,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacques Brel,
Tubeway Army,
The Red Krayola,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Real Kids,
Skarface,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smoke,
Main Source,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sonics,
Lou Christie,
Don Cherry,
The Evens,
June of 44,
Agitation Free,
Public Enemy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masters at Work,
Black Bananas,
Sam Rivers,
Section 25,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
China Crisis,
Isaac Hayes,
Skaos,
Jimmy McGriff,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eden Ahbez,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry's Kids,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.