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 Kosovo and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Subhumans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Birthday Party,
Fluxion,
The Stooges,
Zero Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Nico,
Pantytec,
Quando Quango,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed,
The Gun Club,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Pus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Happenings,
Patti Smith,
Ultravox,
Average White Band,
Bootsy Collins,
H. Thieme,
Soft Machine,
PIL,
Prince Buster,
Althea and Donna,
The Litter,
The Buckinghams,
Graham Central Station,
Royal Trux,
Animal Collective,
the Sonics,
MC5,
Agent Orange,
Outsiders,
Nick Fraelich,
The Grass Roots,
EPMD,
Mo-Dettes,
Desert Stars,
Lalann,
Danielle Patucci,
June of 44,
Dead Boys,
Talk Talk,
Echospace,
Severed Heads,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Stetsasonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Wells,
Essential Logic,
Sugar Minott,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cure,
Minnie Riperton,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultra Naté,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.