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 United States and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Desert Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Ituana,
Robert Hood,
Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra,
E-Dancer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mojo Men,
Sound Behaviour,
Rod Modell,
The American Breed,
PIL,
Gang Green,
Bluetip,
Pierre Henry,
Eurythmics,
The Invisible,
Section 25,
Anakelly,
The Pop Group,
Nico,
Adolescents,
the Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
The Searchers,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
The Evens,
Scott Walker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rites of Spring,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
JFA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harmonia,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angry Samoans,
F. McDonald,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare,
Amazonics,
Television Personalities,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantaleimon,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Dolphy,
Colin Newman,
Los Fastidios,
Groovy Waters,
Interpol,
Lou Reed,
Marmalade,
Livin' Joy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Index,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.