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 Qatar and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Kenny Larkin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
H. Thieme,
Leonard Cohen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heaven 17,
The Durutti Column,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sparks,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Style,
Schoolly D,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crime,
Warsaw,
Shoche,
The Real Kids,
Crooked Eye,
Ohio Players,
DNA,
Davy DMX,
Public Enemy,
Arab on Radar,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harmonia,
Gabor Szabo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Dolphy,
Freddie Wadling,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Count Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television,
Crash Course in Science,
Smog,
Pierre Henry,
Rapeman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cybotron,
Flipper,
Thompson Twins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funky Four + One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oneida,
Subhumans,
D'Angelo,
Theoretical Girls,
Procol Harum,
Supertramp,
Cheater Slicks,
Wolf Eyes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cameo,
Siglo XX,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.