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 Kuwait 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Alison Limerick to the dance 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Image Ltd.,
Trumans Water,
F. McDonald,
The Birthday Party,
John Holt,
Fluxion,
Scientists,
Lucky Dragons,
Sixth Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Al Stewart,
The Knickerbockers,
Scratch Acid,
The Durutti Column,
Sandy B,
Minny Pops,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul II Soul,
Funky Four + One,
Fela Kuti,
Sister Nancy,
The Move,
AZ,
Cymande,
Roxette,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Swans,
Scott Walker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wally Richardson,
the Bar-Kays,
Glambeats Corp.,
Theoretical Girls,
Altered Images,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Average White Band,
Outsiders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bauhaus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Duran Duran,
Eli Mardock,
Nils Olav,
China Crisis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Fraelich,
The Toasters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Finger,
Sonic Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.