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 Slovakia and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Fela Kuti to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The United States of America,
The Standells,
Duran Duran,
Surgeon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
E-Dancer,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gladiators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantaleimon,
Marmalade,
Slave,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Wally Richardson,
Marine Girls,
Faraquet,
Pere Ubu,
The Dirtbombs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Nik Kershaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Newcleus,
Black Bananas,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Sneak,
John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Move,
cv313,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Steve Hackett,
The Residents,
Fela Kuti,
Tres Demented,
Danielle Patucci,
Yaz,
Lindisfarne,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed,
Arthur Verocai,
Pole,
Juan Atkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oneida,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Underground Resistance,
Hoover,
Neil Young,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter and Kerry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.