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 Colombia and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 The Techniques to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Agent Orange,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Graham Central Station,
The Move,
Joe Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television Personalities,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Human League,
Von Mondo,
Inner City,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Clarke,
Khruangbin,
The Cure,
Don Cherry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scientists,
Lyres,
Eli Mardock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fela Kuti,
Duran Duran,
The Stooges,
Black Flag,
Metal Thangz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Niagra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suburban Knight,
Juan Atkins,
Mad Mike,
kango's stein massive,
Eden Ahbez,
Minny Pops,
Aaron Thompson,
Fad Gadget,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glenn Branca,
Minnie Riperton,
Adolescents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aswad,
Brothers Johnson,
Circle Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Althea and Donna,
Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Goldenarms,
Darondo,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.