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 Zambia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Lower 48 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Hood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siglo XX,
Aswad,
Arab on Radar,
the Germs,
The New Christs,
Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Görl,
cv313,
Donny Hathaway,
Barrington Levy,
Underground Resistance,
Vladislav Delay,
Pagans,
Angry Samoans,
Erykah Badu,
Niagra,
Wasted Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Durutti Column,
Popol Vuh,
Camberwell Now,
Circle Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funky Four + One,
Graham Central Station,
Skriet,
Vainqueur,
Motorama,
Dave Gahan,
Sandy B,
Young Marble Giants,
The American Breed,
Supertramp,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Bourne,
CMW,
Hot Snakes,
Public Enemy,
Funkadelic,
Sun City Girls,
Ronan,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blossom Toes,
John Lydon,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Copeland,
Aloha Tigers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Derrick Morgan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chrome,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.