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 Afghanistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gun Club to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Kaleidoscope,
Eden Ahbez,
The Real Kids,
Oblivians,
The Dead C,
Camberwell Now,
Leonard Cohen,
James White and The Blacks,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Byrd,
Nas,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Mills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eli Mardock,
Schoolly D,
Al Stewart,
Nils Olav,
Simply Red,
Andrew Hill,
Gregory Isaacs,
Duran Duran,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Juan Atkins,
Alice Coltrane,
The Martian,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Halsall,
Amazonics,
Peter & Gordon,
The Pop Group,
DNA,
Hoover,
Magma,
E-Dancer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
R.M.O.,
Kool Moe Dee,
In Retrospect,
Mad Mike,
Byron Stingily,
Traffic Nightmare,
Supertramp,
Thompson Twins,
Bang On A Can,
Minutemen,
Pulsallama,
K-Klass,
Lyres,
Warsaw,
Ronnie Foster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.