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 Liechtenstein and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Popol Vuh to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Görl,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Dolphy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
Cymande,
Grauzone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Khruangbin,
Morten Harket,
Basic Channel,
PIL,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Saints,
Ultra Naté,
Amazonics,
Derrick Morgan,
the Normal,
Maurizio,
The Residents,
D'Angelo,
Bad Manners,
Desert Stars,
Smog,
Skarface,
Vainqueur,
Hot Snakes,
Zero Boys,
Nico,
The United States of America,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
These Immortal Souls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Golliwogs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
Chrome,
DJ Style,
Joey Negro,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Victims,
CMW,
Delon & Dalcan,
Althea and Donna,
FM Einheit,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Black Dice,
Bobbi Humphrey,
E-Dancer,
Al Stewart,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.