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 Chile and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Beau Brummels to the grunge 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül II,
Q and Not U,
The Real Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Quadrant,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Sandy B,
Erykah Badu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yaz,
Roy Ayers,
Spoonie Gee,
Tommy Roe,
Yazoo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Smog,
LL Cool J,
Hot Snakes,
Kayak,
JFA,
Ten City,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nico,
Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
Hoover,
Avey Tare,
Al Stewart,
Rapeman,
Brick,
Sonic Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gladiators,
Khruangbin,
Amazonics,
Arab on Radar,
The Fall,
Mandrill,
the Germs,
Scratch Acid,
Tom Boy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Charles Mingus,
The Smoke,
Juan Atkins,
Black Bananas,
B.T. Express,
Prince Buster,
Popol Vuh,
Pierre Henry,
Adolescents,
Deepchord,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Prunes,
John Lydon,
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.