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 Panama and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ten City to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers,
Rites of Spring,
Absolute Body Control,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angry Samoans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bush Tetras,
Scrapy,
Sarah Menescal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Theoretical Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Lakeside,
Lungfish,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra,
Hot Snakes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mars,
Cecil Taylor,
Lyres,
Nils Olav,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Görl,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed,
Little Man,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gap Band,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fuzztones,
Colin Newman,
Silicon Teens,
Intrusion,
Dawn Penn,
KRS-One,
Aaron Thompson,
Adolescents,
The Litter,
the Normal,
Scientists,
Delta 5,
The Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Loose Ends,
Bluetip,
Leonard Cohen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
OOIOO,
Jawbox,
T.S.O.L.,
U.S. Maple,
John Lydon,
Panda Bear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.