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 Italy and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultra Naté to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erasure,
Radiohead,
The Fortunes,
Flash Fearless,
Fela Kuti,
Rotary Connection,
The Victims,
Joyce Sims,
Saccharine Trust,
This Heat,
Desert Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Negative Approach,
The Golliwogs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Clear Light,
Lalann,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Modern Lovers,
Royal Trux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Young Rascals,
The Misunderstood,
One Last Wish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alison Limerick,
The Trojans,
Fat Boys,
the Germs,
Camouflage,
Shuggie Otis,
Wasted Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mad Mike,
The Grass Roots,
Altered Images,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chrome,
The Seeds,
Goldenarms,
The Fuzztones,
The Slits,
Pantytec,
The Associates,
Cal Tjader,
Angry Samoans,
The Dead C,
Davy DMX,
Severed Heads,
Eurythmics,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Patti Smith,
Charles Mingus,
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Buzzcocks,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.