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 Greece and from London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Martian to the funk 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brass Construction,
The Golliwogs,
Qualms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minor Threat,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Move,
Rites of Spring,
Albert Ayler,
U.S. Maple,
Aswad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neu!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Stetsasonic,
Cymande,
Scratch Acid,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed,
Colin Newman,
Half Japanese,
Adolescents,
The Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Television,
Essential Logic,
PIL,
Brothers Johnson,
Bronski Beat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris & Cosey,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Toasters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Babytalk,
Kurtis Blow,
Donny Hathaway,
the Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Al Stewart,
Dual Sessions,
Rekid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arab on Radar,
Khruangbin,
Moebius,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiohead,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.