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 Laos 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 John Foxx to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flipper,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hoover,
Siglo XX,
Ken Boothe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mojo Men,
Maleditus Sound,
ABBA,
Toni Rubio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Babytalk,
Moby Grape,
U.S. Maple,
Young Marble Giants,
The Wake,
Liliput,
Chris & Cosey,
Skarface,
Joensuu 1685,
Roger Hodgson,
Surgeon,
Deadbeat,
Scan 7,
KRS-One,
LL Cool J,
Delta 5,
Stiv Bators,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alton Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
the Germs,
The Blues Magoos,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Motorama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shoche,
Panda Bear,
The Victims,
Kas Product,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warren Ellis,
Kurtis Blow,
The Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
JFA,
Yusef Lateef,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.