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 Nigeria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 The Offenders to the rock 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Juan Atkins,
Erasure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deepchord,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Cale,
Interpol,
A Certain Ratio,
Newcleus,
The Modern Lovers,
Crash Course in Science,
Nik Kershaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minny Pops,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül II,
Dead Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Brass Construction,
The Walker Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-102,
Chris & Cosey,
The Move,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Funkadelic,
The Moleskins,
Pantytec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Depeche Mode,
Ronnie Foster,
Dave Gahan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Mills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drexciya,
Faraquet,
The Leaves,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anakelly,
Siglo XX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.