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 Morocco and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Fela Kuti to the disco 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Groovy Waters,
The Associates,
June Days,
David McCallum,
The Saints,
MC5,
Second Layer,
Livin' Joy,
Neu!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zero Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Section 25,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Leonard Cohen,
Juan Atkins,
Banda Bassotti,
Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxette,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tommy Roe,
The Skatalites,
Kayak,
Animal Collective,
The Motions,
Babytalk,
Swans,
Clear Light,
Yaz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television Personalities,
Judy Mowatt,
Q65,
The J.B.'s,
Warsaw,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minutemen,
Sällskapet,
Mo-Dettes,
The Litter,
Marine Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxy Music,
Radio Birdman,
Deakin,
David Axelrod,
Aswad,
The Misunderstood,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers,
Eli Mardock,
Country Teasers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Rundgren,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.