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 Botswana and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Moody Blues to the electroclash 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erasure,
Amazonics,
Ronan,
Lucky Dragons,
Arthur Verocai,
James White and The Blacks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Skatalites,
Aural Exciters,
The Offenders,
Roger Hodgson,
The Count Five,
Brick,
CMW,
This Heat,
B.T. Express,
Gichy Dan,
Scratch Acid,
Tim Buckley,
Michelle Simonal,
Tommy Roe,
Darondo,
Pulsallama,
The Sound,
Donald Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
Dark Day,
JFA,
Jacques Brel,
Procol Harum,
Khruangbin,
Hasil Adkins,
Audionom,
Robert Wyatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers,
Alice Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Can,
Fatback Band,
Godley & Creme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
L. Decosne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skaos,
X-101,
Ituana,
Lou Reed,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sugar Minott,
Jawbox,
Pole,
The United States of America,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.