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 France and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Germs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
ABC,
Faraquet,
John Holt,
Cybotron,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Enemy,
Thompson Twins,
Bush Tetras,
Michelle Simonal,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronan,
Charles Mingus,
Roxy Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Schoolly D,
New York Dolls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Womack,
Country Teasers,
Magazine,
Y Pants,
The Last Poets,
Barrington Levy,
Ten City,
Supertramp,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxette,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cymande,
Neil Young,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick Morgan,
Shoche,
The Searchers,
Gang Green,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alton Ellis,
Kas Product,
Rites of Spring,
The Victims,
Black Moon,
Yellowson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
This Heat,
Los Fastidios,
Tres Demented,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Red Krayola,
Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
Connie Case,
Terrestrial Tones,
Das Ding,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.