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 Bahamas and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
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 sitar 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 Yazoo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
the Slits,
The Misunderstood,
Parry Music,
The Gories,
Rotary Connection,
Aloha Tigers,
Aswad,
Simply Red,
The Cure,
Stiv Bators,
Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
Arcadia,
Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Iggy Pop,
The Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
Black Bananas,
Von Mondo,
Lungfish,
Fugazi,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
Brothers Johnson,
Rites of Spring,
Scion,
Y Pants,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Clarke,
Nas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
Thompson Twins,
The Associates,
Mantronix,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
UT,
the Normal,
Brand Nubian,
10cc,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Don Cherry,
Quantec,
Dark Day,
A Certain Ratio,
Monolake,
The Invisible,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visage,
Amazonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angry Samoans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.