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 Guinea and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Erykah Badu,
Porter Ricks,
Organ,
The Smoke,
The Selecter,
The Durutti Column,
The Modern Lovers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Görl,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The United States of America,
The Zeros,
B.T. Express,
Lyres,
The New Christs,
Flipper,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dead C,
Stetsasonic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Howard Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Lydon,
Intrusion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anthony Braxton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlback,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Birthday Party,
Toni Rubio,
Byron Stingily,
Juan Atkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dead Boys,
Faraquet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Five Americans,
The Index,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yellowson,
Skaos,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronnie Foster,
Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultravox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Skatalites,
Kurtis Blow,
The Buckinghams,
Negative Approach,
Malaria!,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.