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 Burundi and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Marvin Gaye to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Sparks,
DNA,
Ten City,
Idris Muhammad,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scan 7,
The Techniques,
UT,
Tommy Roe,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alison Limerick,
E-Dancer,
Mad Mike,
The Evens,
The Gun Club,
Los Fastidios,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alton Ellis,
Cymande,
Ultravox,
Kayak,
Andrew Hill,
Tubeway Army,
The Sound,
Black Sheep,
Wings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June of 44,
Prince Buster,
the Sonics,
China Crisis,
The Blues Magoos,
the Normal,
Junior Murvin,
Metal Thangz,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers,
Pussy Galore,
Shoche,
Eve St. Jones,
Maurizio,
Pagans,
Whodini,
Bill Wells,
the Swans,
Oneida,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kaleidoscope,
10cc,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Bar-Kays,
Young Marble Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Dennis Brown,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.