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 Jamaica and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Tremeloes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Jawbox,
Thee Headcoats,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gladiators,
Vainqueur,
Unrelated Segments,
The Young Rascals,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smoke,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang On A Can,
Pussy Galore,
Oneida,
Lucky Dragons,
Cal Tjader,
The New Christs,
Warren Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Fad Gadget,
The Cure,
48th St. Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
Television Personalities,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Mills,
Circle Jerks,
Warsaw,
Visage,
The Selecter,
Ultra Naté,
The Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
UT,
Section 25,
Zero Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ponytail,
The Tremeloes,
the Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smiths,
Technova,
The Vogues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
In Retrospect,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed,
One Last Wish,
Blossom Toes,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Malaria!,
Hasil Adkins,
Vladislav Delay,
Rotary Connection,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.