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 Rwanda and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Bush Tetras,
Ituana,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The New Christs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barry Ungar,
The Martian,
DJ Style,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sandy B,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABC,
Donny Hathaway,
Trumans Water,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dawn Penn,
The Modern Lovers,
Con Funk Shun,
Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eurythmics,
Reuben Wilson,
The Saints,
Whodini,
FM Einheit,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
K-Klass,
Thee Headcoats,
Lower 48,
Rotary Connection,
Minor Threat,
Fear,
Simply Red,
Stereo Dub,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moody Blues,
Theoretical Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Inner City,
the Bar-Kays,
The Happenings,
Intrusion,
Jacob Miller,
Livin' Joy,
The Residents,
Depeche Mode,
Absolute Body Control,
Amazonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra,
Country Teasers,
Audionom,
Magazine,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.