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 Albania and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Pylon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Public Enemy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chrome,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joy Division,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Finger,
Gang Starr,
Brand Nubian,
The Gap Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Five Americans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Colin Newman,
Rites of Spring,
Hardrive,
The Wake,
Loose Ends,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ossler,
Mr. Review,
Sugar Minott,
Q65,
Newcleus,
Lungfish,
Erykah Badu,
the Slits,
Joe Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
Lindisfarne,
The Monochrome Set,
The Names,
Heaven 17,
Wire,
Easy Going,
Joyce Sims,
Yellowson,
Icehouse,
Lucky Dragons,
Eurythmics,
Qualms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Black Dice,
Lee Hazlewood,
Model 500,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Malaria!,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers,
Letta Mbulu,
John Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
The Busters,
Ultra Naté,
Joensuu 1685,
Mantronix,
Aural Exciters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bauhaus,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.