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 Belize and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Joe Smooth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Boredoms,
Sex Pistols,
Soulsonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Neu!,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Bourne,
Depeche Mode,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DNA,
Amon Düül,
The Offenders,
the Normal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Morten Harket,
The Cramps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
48th St. Collective,
New Order,
Nas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ten City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brass Construction,
Sight & Sound,
D'Angelo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Christie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Isaac Hayes,
These Immortal Souls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fatback Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Inner City,
Sandy B,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Theoretical Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Evens,
Gabor Szabo,
David Bowie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oneida,
The Barracudas,
Barry Ungar,
Tomorrow,
the Human League,
Basic Channel,
Max Romeo,
Letta Mbulu,
Kayak,
Robert Wyatt,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.