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 Mauritania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Robert Palmer 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 Kas Product to the dance 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Saccharine Trust,
Accadde A,
Erasure,
X-102,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young,
David McCallum,
The Raincoats,
Rekid,
Symarip,
Piero Umiliani,
Altered Images,
Bush Tetras,
Harry Pussy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Mills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
JFA,
Wolf Eyes,
Rod Modell,
Blancmange,
The Smoke,
Fad Gadget,
The Cure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Kinks,
Leonard Cohen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Basic Channel,
Joy Division,
Funkadelic,
Bad Manners,
Wire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Can,
The Zeros,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sister Nancy,
Cybotron,
The Gap Band,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
B.T. Express,
The Music Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Move,
The Fire Engines,
Cameo,
Skaos,
Aloha Tigers,
Charles Mingus,
Index,
Desert Stars,
The Happenings,
Deepchord,
The Durutti Column,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.