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 Denmark and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pantytec to the grunge 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Donald Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
The Five Americans,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
cv313,
Michelle Simonal,
Motorama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pierre Henry,
Ituana,
Pere Ubu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
Wolf Eyes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
AZ,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Litter,
This Heat,
Livin' Joy,
The Motions,
Chris & Cosey,
Alphaville,
Soft Cell,
Faust,
Trumans Water,
Ultravox,
Blancmange,
Chrome,
The Martian,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Dolphy,
Al Stewart,
Skarface,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television,
Yellowson,
The Invisible,
The Fugs,
Morten Harket,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sarah Menescal,
The Toasters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siglo XX,
Maurizio,
Sandy B,
The Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mandrill,
Mars,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.