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 Somalia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Franke to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronan,
Godley & Creme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eden Ahbez,
Gichy Dan,
Anakelly,
Hasil Adkins,
Whodini,
Camberwell Now,
Wally Richardson,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moody Blues,
Jandek,
Brick,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ken Boothe,
The Modern Lovers,
Surgeon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Lungfish,
Soul II Soul,
Harry Pussy,
the Normal,
Clear Light,
Minor Threat,
Sister Nancy,
Rekid,
Subhumans,
The Fugs,
Massinfluence,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tears for Fears,
Sex Pistols,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool Moe Dee,
Duran Duran,
Cybotron,
Howard Jones,
The Standells,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Byrd,
Desert Stars,
Newcleus,
Second Layer,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Techniques,
Bobby Hutcherson,
cv313,
Q65,
Tom Boy,
The Remains,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.