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 Turkmenistan and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Walker Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
H. Thieme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Talk Talk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rufus Thomas,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doors,
The Human League,
Khruangbin,
Warren Ellis,
Neu!,
Vainqueur,
The Grass Roots,
John Foxx,
T. Rex,
Glenn Branca,
Grauzone,
John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mars,
The Music Machine,
New York Dolls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Trumans Water,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Mills,
the Human League,
Liliput,
Fugazi,
Harpers Bizarre,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Finger,
Ponytail,
Matthew Halsall,
Boz Scaggs,
The J.B.'s,
Icehouse,
Marc Almond,
Jacob Miller,
Wings,
Kayak,
The Five Americans,
Blake Baxter,
The Smiths,
Lungfish,
Alphaville,
The Smoke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mad Mike,
The Shadows of Knight,
Excepter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hardrive,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.