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 Belize and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Television Personalities to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Roger Hodgson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Toasters,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Seeds,
The Standells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Negative Approach,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mantronix,
Slave,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
48th St. Collective,
Maurizio,
The Moody Blues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Trojans,
The Doors,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Dolphy,
The Martian,
Rod Modell,
Ronan,
The Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Delta 5,
Sexual Harrassment,
MC5,
Yusef Lateef,
In Retrospect,
Pussy Galore,
Davy DMX,
Maleditus Sound,
Little Man,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minny Pops,
Gong,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eve St. Jones,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlback,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slick Rick,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Grass Roots,
Eurythmics,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Modern Lovers,
Joy Division,
Joe Smooth,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.