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 Namibia and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Thee Headcoats,
FM Einheit,
Newcleus,
Sugar Minott,
The Divine Comedy,
Moby Grape,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
Delon & Dalcan,
KRS-One,
Ludus,
New Age Steppers,
Marmalade,
Popol Vuh,
Aaron Thompson,
Brothers Johnson,
Deadbeat,
The Real Kids,
Black Moon,
Television Personalities,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiohead,
Khruangbin,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Maleditus Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Michelle Simonal,
Maurizio,
Blancmange,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerri Chandler,
Malaria!,
Anthony Braxton,
The Last Poets,
AZ,
Unrelated Segments,
Stiv Bators,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
Brick,
Quadrant,
Urselle,
The Names,
The Golliwogs,
Glenn Branca,
The Blues Magoos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oblivians,
T.S.O.L.,
the Swans,
Sixth Finger,
K-Klass,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crooked Eye,
Country Teasers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiopuhelimet,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.