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 Iraq and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lucky Dragons to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Isaac Hayes,
Malaria!,
The Leaves,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Index,
Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
Swans,
48th St. Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
Motorama,
Reagan Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Stooges,
Scratch Acid,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scion,
David Bowie,
The Kinks,
Lightning Bolt,
the Association,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Flag,
Erasure,
Wasted Youth,
Yellowson,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Intrusion,
Silicon Teens,
The Mojo Men,
Faraquet,
Camberwell Now,
John Holt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Massinfluence,
Subhumans,
Fad Gadget,
La Düsseldorf,
Simply Red,
The Motions,
Pylon,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Durutti Column,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siglo XX,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Standells,
Chris Corsano,
Camouflage,
The Invisible,
Japan,
Heaven 17,
Eric Dolphy,
Freddie Wadling,
Supertramp,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.