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 Korea North and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
The Skatalites,
the Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Steve Hackett,
Ten City,
Black Sheep,
T. Rex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ossler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scrapy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oblivians,
Absolute Body Control,
Slave,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Trojans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacques Brel,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Finger,
The Zeros,
Vladislav Delay,
Magma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gichy Dan,
The Fugs,
Mr. Review,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sandy B,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Livin' Joy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Connie Case,
The American Breed,
Severed Heads,
The Black Dice,
Y Pants,
Roxette,
The Gories,
Brick,
Trumans Water,
Audionom,
Jerry's Kids,
Technova,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sex Pistols,
KRS-One,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rotary Connection,
Sonny Sharrock,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Order,
Scion,
Tears for Fears,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Saints,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.