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 Angola and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Albert Ayler to the grunge 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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dave Gahan,
Heaven 17,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barrington Levy,
Ultravox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Buzzcocks,
Moebius,
Little Man,
Brothers Johnson,
Brass Construction,
Pole,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Prince Buster,
Maleditus Sound,
the Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jandek,
Harry Pussy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slits,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick Morgan,
Suburban Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jimmy McGriff,
K-Klass,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funky Four + One,
the Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hoover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Move,
Slick Rick,
Urselle,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Max Romeo,
Lakeside,
Wally Richardson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Starr,
The Trojans,
Goldenarms,
Fat Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rosa Yemen,
Camberwell Now,
The Kinks,
cv313,
Trumans Water,
Neu!,
Deadbeat,
Smog,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.