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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Bob Dylan to the electroclash 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Brand Nubian,
Boz Scaggs,
The Red Krayola,
Lightning Bolt,
Fat Boys,
Wire,
Ossler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Godley & Creme,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Music Machine,
R.M.O.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Panda Bear,
Scientists,
Black Moon,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-102,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eli Mardock,
Brass Construction,
Arab on Radar,
The Trojans,
Nirvana,
Black Pus,
Carl Craig,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Green,
Jandek,
Drexciya,
Quadrant,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül,
Saccharine Trust,
Bad Manners,
Gregory Isaacs,
PIL,
K-Klass,
Ronan,
Adolescents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lower 48,
Country Teasers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Intrusion,
Black Sheep,
Soft Cell,
Make Up,
The Fuzztones,
Lindisfarne,
Peter & Gordon,
Kayak,
The Selecter,
Second Layer,
Deepchord,
Alton Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.