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 St Lucia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Morten Harket to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The Busters,
Tropical Tobacco,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Niagra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Trumans Water,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Red Krayola,
Fad Gadget,
Minnie Riperton,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
T. Rex,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ludus,
Camouflage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scion,
The Birthday Party,
Black Moon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Remains,
Basic Channel,
PIL,
Skarface,
Jeff Lynne,
Eurythmics,
China Crisis,
Godley & Creme,
Fear,
Boz Scaggs,
Barry Ungar,
Pulsallama,
Ronnie Foster,
The J.B.'s,
Excepter,
Average White Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Max Romeo,
The New Christs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Names,
Minutemen,
Mandrill,
Supertramp,
Procol Harum,
Dennis Brown,
Blake Baxter,
T.S.O.L.,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brand Nubian,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.