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 Cameroon and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chris Corsano 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Archie Shepp,
Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
Icehouse,
Roxette,
Buzzcocks,
Kayak,
Amon Düül,
Skriet,
Aloha Tigers,
Skaos,
Dawn Penn,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Toasters,
Reagan Youth,
Ponytail,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra,
Adolescents,
Traffic Nightmare,
Excepter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Style,
Underground Resistance,
Groovy Waters,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Copeland,
Nas,
Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
This Heat,
Jacob Miller,
Cal Tjader,
Simply Red,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lightning Bolt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New York Dolls,
Bad Manners,
Tres Demented,
Nirvana,
Vladislav Delay,
Organ,
Bill Wells,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Terry,
Joe Smooth,
Siglo XX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Josef K,
Dual Sessions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.