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 Turkey and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Sun Ra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Sheep,
Lyres,
Japan,
Symarip,
Cheater Slicks,
Ten City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minor Threat,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barry Ungar,
Eurythmics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
Schoolly D,
These Immortal Souls,
Lindisfarne,
Au Pairs,
Popol Vuh,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Lynne,
Audionom,
Fela Kuti,
Crooked Eye,
D'Angelo,
Marc Almond,
Jacques Brel,
Agent Orange,
Quadrant,
Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
Camouflage,
Arcadia,
Vladislav Delay,
Graham Central Station,
The Black Dice,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Morten Harket,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tres Demented,
Parry Music,
Gong,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Barracudas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Junior Murvin,
Reuben Wilson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.