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 Brazil 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Brand Nubian to the punk 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Easy Going,
Vainqueur,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Toasters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Bananas,
Gang of Four,
Michelle Simonal,
The Associates,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fugazi,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The J.B.'s,
The Martian,
Stiv Bators,
Trumans Water,
the Association,
H. Thieme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
Althea and Donna,
Organ,
Cheater Slicks,
AZ,
E-Dancer,
June Days,
Lou Reed,
Ultra Naté,
Darondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Al Stewart,
Quando Quango,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Remains,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Almond,
Ken Boothe,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moss Icon,
The Gap Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smoke,
Mad Mike,
a-ha,
Iggy Pop,
Boredoms,
Letta Mbulu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Josef K,
Depeche Mode,
Eric B and Rakim,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.