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 Samoa and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Ponytail to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Barracudas,
The Gun Club,
Half Japanese,
The Count Five,
Country Teasers,
Rod Modell,
The Young Rascals,
Motorama,
The Saints,
Alison Limerick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Index,
T. Rex,
Fat Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Little Man,
Negative Approach,
Sarah Menescal,
Yazoo,
Bootsy Collins,
X-102,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
LL Cool J,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Intrusion,
Marine Girls,
Circle Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pole,
The Busters,
The Moody Blues,
Pierre Henry,
These Immortal Souls,
Zero Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Chris & Cosey,
Spandau Ballet,
The Five Americans,
Freddie Wadling,
One Last Wish,
Q and Not U,
Alton Ellis,
Magazine,
The Star Department,
The Velvet Underground,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sixth Finger,
The Monks,
UT,
Pantytec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.