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 Germany and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Michael McDonald 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 Radiohead to the electroclash 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare,
Gong,
Brass Construction,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Negative Approach,
Pulsallama,
Wire,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Brothers Johnson,
Sight & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Alison Limerick,
Smog,
Oneida,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tim Buckley,
Shoche,
The Real Kids,
The Monks,
Lindisfarne,
The Associates,
Thompson Twins,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Urselle,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Terry,
Ponytail,
Mandrill,
The Modern Lovers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Germs,
Maleditus Sound,
Pole,
Basic Channel,
Bad Manners,
Von Mondo,
Minny Pops,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Womack,
Technova,
Gang Starr,
Zero Boys,
John Lydon,
Colin Newman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moby Grape,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yaz,
Theoretical Girls,
The Five Americans,
Severed Heads,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pretty Things,
The Young Rascals,
Sugar Minott,
Nico,
Sonic Youth,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.