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 Seychelles 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television 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 Jeru the Damaja to the jazz 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Modern Lovers,
The Mojo Men,
Easy Going,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deakin,
DJ Style,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalo Schifrin,
Supertramp,
John Holt,
the Association,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maurizio,
Darondo,
In Retrospect,
Section 25,
Mantronix,
The Smoke,
Duran Duran,
Glenn Branca,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
8 Eyed Spy,
FM Einheit,
Royal Trux,
Sarah Menescal,
Slave,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Teasers,
The Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
Steve Hackett,
John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Vladislav Delay,
Pere Ubu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warren Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
Joey Negro,
Swans,
EPMD,
David Axelrod,
Buzzcocks,
Dave Gahan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skaos,
Mark Hollis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed,
Agent Orange,
Soulsonic Force,
Qualms,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.