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 India and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the funk 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Albert Ayler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Supertramp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Pus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Organ,
Crooked Eye,
Thee Headcoats,
Max Romeo,
Oneida,
EPMD,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dead C,
The Mummies,
Q and Not U,
The Martian,
Skarface,
Minny Pops,
Throbbing Gristle,
Silicon Teens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Hill,
Yazoo,
Bauhaus,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Make Up,
La Düsseldorf,
Anakelly,
James White and The Blacks,
Joey Negro,
Japan,
Mo-Dettes,
Scratch Acid,
Hasil Adkins,
Minor Threat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erasure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Newcleus,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
China Crisis,
The Tremeloes,
The Gladiators,
Bluetip,
Mark Hollis,
Camouflage,
Johnny Clarke,
Kenny Larkin,
Essential Logic,
Ultra Naté,
Ponytail,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Walker Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pole,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.