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 Argentina and from Spokane.
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 Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mummies to the electroclash 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick May,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott Heron,
Talk Talk,
Albert Ayler,
Reagan Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yazoo,
The Neon Judgement,
Lakeside,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rites of Spring,
Quando Quango,
Los Fastidios,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Copeland,
World's Most,
Fluxion,
Althea and Donna,
The Gap Band,
The Fugs,
Joy Division,
Brass Construction,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reuben Wilson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Sherman,
Little Man,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slackers,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wolf Eyes,
Liliput,
Smog,
KRS-One,
David Bowie,
Hot Snakes,
Cecil Taylor,
Funky Four + One,
Donald Byrd,
The Residents,
Suicide,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nico,
The Monochrome Set,
Sam Rivers,
Trumans Water,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.