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 Sri Lanka and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Faust to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Donny Hathaway,
Glenn Branca,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
Harry Pussy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Misunderstood,
Maurizio,
Schoolly D,
Camberwell Now,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mad Mike,
Tom Boy,
Barrington Levy,
Vladislav Delay,
Siglo XX,
Aaron Thompson,
Minny Pops,
John Foxx,
Soft Cell,
Mars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dirtbombs,
E-Dancer,
Pole,
Little Man,
Marine Girls,
The Searchers,
Livin' Joy,
The Gun Club,
Accadde A,
DNA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Can,
Pagans,
Visage,
Lindisfarne,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonic Youth,
Ponytail,
Camouflage,
Alison Limerick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Das Ding,
Tim Buckley,
Peter & Gordon,
Babytalk,
T. Rex,
Sun City Girls,
One Last Wish,
Patti Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Pus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Severed Heads,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.