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 Iran and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brick to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Skaos,
Kas Product,
Eli Mardock,
Morten Harket,
Aswad,
Kayak,
Intrusion,
Eric Dolphy,
Surgeon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dave Gahan,
Fear,
Delon & Dalcan,
Porter Ricks,
Ken Boothe,
The Kinks,
Glenn Branca,
Essential Logic,
Das Ding,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick May,
Arab on Radar,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Move,
Mo-Dettes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yusef Lateef,
The Divine Comedy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
CMW,
Dawn Penn,
The Gladiators,
Roxette,
Moss Icon,
Make Up,
Danielle Patucci,
Blancmange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scientists,
Blossom Toes,
Motorama,
Nas,
The Slits,
Drexciya,
The Black Dice,
Albert Ayler,
The Last Poets,
Kenny Larkin,
Skarface,
Johnny Clarke,
Juan Atkins,
Chris & Cosey,
Main Source,
The Pretty Things,
Harmonia,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Names,
Nils Olav,
Dennis Brown,
Henry Cow,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.