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 Dominica and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Groovy Waters 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Dave Gahan,
K-Klass,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yazoo,
Ornette Coleman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cure,
Stockholm Monsters,
The American Breed,
Derrick Morgan,
Pierre Henry,
Morten Harket,
Average White Band,
The Skatalites,
Black Pus,
Harry Pussy,
The Happenings,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aaron Thompson,
Essential Logic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quantec,
Tomorrow,
Visage,
Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Davy DMX,
Oneida,
The Misunderstood,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare,
Arab on Radar,
Terry Callier,
the Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Neu!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
Tim Buckley,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mission of Burma,
The Barracudas,
Erykah Badu,
Pantaleimon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Howard Jones,
Ronan,
Massinfluence,
Henry Cow,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Malaria!,
Lungfish,
Kerri Chandler,
Stetsasonic,
Hashim,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.