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 Angola and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nils Olav to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
John Holt,
F. McDonald,
U.S. Maple,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alphaville,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monks,
Ossler,
Ohio Players,
Eve St. Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool Moe Dee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacob Miller,
Peter & Gordon,
The Happenings,
Buzzcocks,
The Last Poets,
Fugazi,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Clarke,
Gichy Dan,
Animal Collective,
FM Einheit,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young,
Fad Gadget,
Easy Going,
Nils Olav,
Marmalade,
Harmonia,
Charles Mingus,
the Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
The Busters,
The Monochrome Set,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
Mark Hollis,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unrelated Segments,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pulsallama,
The Evens,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Smooth,
Tres Demented,
Boredoms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sällskapet,
Stereo Dub,
The Cramps,
Pere Ubu,
Judy Mowatt,
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.