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 Philippines and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Skaos to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Yusef Lateef,
Patti Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lower 48,
Darondo,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q65,
Monks,
Technova,
The Selecter,
Prince Buster,
Mark Hollis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yaz,
Mandrill,
KRS-One,
Eric Copeland,
The Golliwogs,
Livin' Joy,
Fad Gadget,
Aaron Thompson,
Rod Modell,
John Coltrane,
Clear Light,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James White and The Blacks,
World's Most,
Charles Mingus,
PIL,
Graham Central Station,
Massinfluence,
The Doors,
Marcia Griffiths,
The J.B.'s,
Godley & Creme,
Excepter,
kango's stein massive,
Erasure,
Pantaleimon,
Subhumans,
Altered Images,
Bluetip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grey Daturas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Standells,
Stiv Bators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pagans,
Symarip,
Aloha Tigers,
48th St. Collective,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.