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 Barbados and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 T. Rex to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Max Romeo,
the Swans,
The Kinks,
Silicon Teens,
Agent Orange,
Gastr Del Sol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erykah Badu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Audionom,
Freddie Wadling,
The Knickerbockers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
The Wake,
Ronnie Foster,
Television,
Delta 5,
Derrick May,
The Selecter,
Alice Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
Patti Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Vladislav Delay,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Absolute Body Control,
Lucky Dragons,
Tears for Fears,
Stetsasonic,
Royal Trux,
Donny Hathaway,
Urselle,
Eurythmics,
Japan,
Faust,
The Move,
Robert Görl,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Saccharine Trust,
Schoolly D,
Ituana,
Roger Hodgson,
Yusef Lateef,
Sarah Menescal,
Nirvana,
The Young Rascals,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Easy Going,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Hill,
Hasil Adkins,
Los Fastidios,
Bad Manners,
John Foxx,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.