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 Cuba and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Pantytec to the techno 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Fuzztones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Birthday Party,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dead C,
Nas,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül II,
Stereo Dub,
The Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mojo Men,
Siglo XX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-102,
the Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
Iggy Pop,
The Move,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doors,
Nils Olav,
Soulsonic Force,
Radio Birdman,
Saccharine Trust,
Hashim,
Pylon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spoonie Gee,
ABBA,
Minny Pops,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Toni Rubio,
Ronan,
Jeff Mills,
The Offenders,
Pere Ubu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Selecter,
Depeche Mode,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Görl,
Davy DMX,
Interpol,
Eve St. Jones,
Quadrant,
The United States of America,
Flash Fearless,
Bad Manners,
Maleditus Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
The Walker Brothers,
The Busters,
Funky Four + One,
Zero Boys,
Whodini,
Schoolly D,
EPMD,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.