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 Maldives and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Judy Mowatt to the crunk 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Quando Quango,
Todd Rundgren,
The Happenings,
Eric Copeland,
Faraquet,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Sherman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Age Steppers,
LL Cool J,
Shuggie Otis,
Young Marble Giants,
Ken Boothe,
Yusef Lateef,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Q and Not U,
R.M.O.,
Crime,
D'Angelo,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thompson Twins,
Youth Brigade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tres Demented,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minor Threat,
Bronski Beat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agitation Free,
Schoolly D,
Arcadia,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smiths,
Sister Nancy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Altered Images,
Alison Limerick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oblivians,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
The Walker Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantytec,
Ultravox,
Roxette,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Talk Talk,
Fela Kuti,
ABBA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television Personalities,
Lower 48,
The Litter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.