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 Lithuania and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Rotary Connection 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Hardrive,
The United States of America,
LL Cool J,
Charles Mingus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swell Maps,
T. Rex,
Wolf Eyes,
Severed Heads,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smoke,
Second Layer,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Parrish,
Black Moon,
June Days,
Chrome,
Underground Resistance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warsaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yusef Lateef,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Fania All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
Half Japanese,
Magazine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed,
Newcleus,
The Zeros,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris Corsano,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masters at Work,
Radiohead,
Supertramp,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Buckinghams,
The Pretty Things,
Stereo Dub,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Almond,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fall,
The Blues Magoos,
The Raincoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Leaves,
Blancmange,
Ronan,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.