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 Malawi and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Delon & Dalcan to the techno 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Organ,
Eurythmics,
Zero Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dual Sessions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Bowie,
Ronnie Foster,
Little Man,
Mission of Burma,
Barry Ungar,
Man Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
The Knickerbockers,
the Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Khruangbin,
Tommy Roe,
Section 25,
Erykah Badu,
The Martian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stiv Bators,
Royal Trux,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Rundgren,
The Move,
The Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
Joensuu 1685,
Underground Resistance,
Swans,
Severed Heads,
Camouflage,
Outsiders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Association,
Warsaw,
Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
Fear,
Joe Smooth,
June Days,
Unrelated Segments,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rufus Thomas,
The Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Oblivians,
B.T. Express,
Bronski Beat,
The Walker Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zapp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.