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 Bulgaria and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the electroclash 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Smog,
The Saints,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Leaves,
Mantronix,
The Velvet Underground,
Brand Nubian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiohead,
Babytalk,
Alison Limerick,
Rotary Connection,
Bronski Beat,
U.S. Maple,
Trumans Water,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Finger,
Fluxion,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arthur Verocai,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fuzztones,
Soulsonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Pole,
Yaz,
Nico,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dirtbombs,
Moss Icon,
Adolescents,
Talk Talk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Bar-Kays,
Shoche,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Flamin' Groovies,
a-ha,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Outsiders,
Negative Approach,
Connie Case,
Faraquet,
Zero Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Remains,
Pylon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxette,
The Associates,
Dual Sessions,
The Raincoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monolake,
John Lydon,
The American Breed,
LL Cool J,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.