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 Guinea and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Organ to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suicide,
Crooked Eye,
Interpol,
The Fuzztones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lyres,
The Fortunes,
Negative Approach,
Jeru the Damaja,
K-Klass,
Alison Limerick,
Ultra Naté,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cowsills,
Hardrive,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slackers,
Colin Newman,
The Buckinghams,
Kerri Chandler,
Section 25,
Skaos,
Loose Ends,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Near,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Christie,
Derrick May,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Rekid,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Move,
The Evens,
Scott Walker,
Rod Modell,
Dual Sessions,
Depeche Mode,
The J.B.'s,
Scrapy,
The United States of America,
Roxette,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swell Maps,
EPMD,
Sight & Sound,
Average White Band,
the Germs,
Brand Nubian,
Barry Ungar,
Thompson Twins,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.