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 Azerbaijan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Lyres,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sonics,
Crime,
Eurythmics,
Basic Channel,
Hardrive,
New York Dolls,
Man Parrish,
Connie Case,
Swans,
Q and Not U,
Y Pants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
48th St. Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brothers Johnson,
Arcadia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Monolake,
AZ,
the Sonics,
The Martian,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Parry Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Leonard Cohen,
Radio Birdman,
The Star Department,
Peter and Kerry,
The Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Clarke,
Joy Division,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Bourne,
The Index,
Joe Finger,
In Retrospect,
Dark Day,
Fluxion,
Stereo Dub,
The Smoke,
The Searchers,
Howard Jones,
Sällskapet,
Isaac Hayes,
Quantec,
Skarface,
Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
Alice Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Busters,
Mary Jane Girls,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.