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 Haiti and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slave to the techno 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Tim Buckley,
China Crisis,
Procol Harum,
10cc,
The Sound,
Goldenarms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Desert Stars,
The New Christs,
FM Einheit,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Hood,
Ponytail,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Selecter,
Masters at Work,
Shuggie Otis,
John Lydon,
Godley & Creme,
Eden Ahbez,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Invisible,
The Associates,
Aaron Thompson,
Slave,
Altered Images,
Animal Collective,
The Moody Blues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agitation Free,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Real Kids,
Wasted Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bad Manners,
Steve Hackett,
cv313,
Circle Jerks,
Lungfish,
Dual Sessions,
Joensuu 1685,
Terry Callier,
Grey Daturas,
Juan Atkins,
Severed Heads,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Almond,
The Count Five,
The Gun Club,
Mark Hollis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zero Boys,
Nas,
Jandek,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.