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 China and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bronski Beat,
Anthony Braxton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Carl Craig,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heaven 17,
Swell Maps,
Mary Jane Girls,
Y Pants,
Schoolly D,
Inner City,
Pagans,
The Names,
Iggy Pop,
Peter & Gordon,
Roger Hodgson,
Graham Central Station,
The Wake,
The Modern Lovers,
Cameo,
Eden Ahbez,
Henry Cow,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Copeland,
Fad Gadget,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Axelrod,
Depeche Mode,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
the Normal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed,
Barry Ungar,
Television,
Harmonia,
Negative Approach,
Zero Boys,
Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick May,
Groovy Waters,
The Index,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Womack,
Vladislav Delay,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wolf Eyes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Josef K,
Popol Vuh,
Surgeon,
Metal Thangz,
The Mummies,
Sandy B,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun City Girls,
Terry Callier,
Livin' Joy,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.