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 Iran and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Crispy Ambulance to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Marcia Griffiths,
Goldenarms,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash,
Charles Mingus,
Tres Demented,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kayak,
Harry Pussy,
Man Parrish,
Crime,
Parry Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Whodini,
Rod Modell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Hill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MDC,
Tears for Fears,
Sonic Youth,
Cymande,
The J.B.'s,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Green,
Outsiders,
Minny Pops,
the Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dennis Brown,
Sixth Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brand Nubian,
The Residents,
Franke,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Niagra,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hashim,
Jeff Lynne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Normal,
Bob Dylan,
Jawbox,
Bad Manners,
Smog,
Fear,
Stetsasonic,
Vainqueur,
The Techniques,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eden Ahbez,
Dorothy Ashby,
Max Romeo,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.