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 Paraguay and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Neil Young to the punk 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Japan,
Animal Collective,
Davy DMX,
Tim Buckley,
Junior Murvin,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül,
The Music Machine,
Skriet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Loose Ends,
Brick,
Visage,
Hoover,
Bobby Womack,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonny Sharrock,
Piero Umiliani,
Josef K,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shoche,
Half Japanese,
Lou Christie,
Fad Gadget,
H. Thieme,
Monolake,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Brass Construction,
Scrapy,
China Crisis,
Tres Demented,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Style,
Malaria!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Whodini,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
Supertramp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
E-Dancer,
Black Sheep,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cameo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-101,
Spoonie Gee,
the Swans,
One Last Wish,
Ludus,
Avey Tare,
Faraquet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.