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 Azerbaijan and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grunge 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
the Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dawn Penn,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Wells,
Desert Stars,
ABC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Five Americans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick May,
Sonny Sharrock,
Althea and Donna,
Sun City Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
The Stooges,
Marmalade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fluxion,
Albert Ayler,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Sheep,
The J.B.'s,
KRS-One,
La Düsseldorf,
Cheater Slicks,
Minnie Riperton,
Livin' Joy,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moody Blues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Patti Smith,
Alphaville,
Andrew Hill,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gun Club,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Groovy Waters,
Roger Hodgson,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television Personalities,
Bill Near,
The Misunderstood,
Wire,
Oblivians,
Flash Fearless,
The Young Rascals,
Cameo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suburban Knight,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.