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 Malaysia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Lucky Dragons to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Aswad,
Japan,
Crooked Eye,
The Monochrome Set,
Steve Hackett,
Byron Stingily,
Bluetip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Franke,
Rufus Thomas,
Stereo Dub,
Sister Nancy,
Jawbox,
the Germs,
Quadrant,
Neu!,
Ten City,
the Human League,
The Leaves,
Henry Cow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Age Steppers,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Gang Dance,
R.M.O.,
Chris Corsano,
Shoche,
Magma,
Cheater Slicks,
Lindisfarne,
Ludus,
The Offenders,
Gong,
The Grass Roots,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sight & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Peter and Kerry,
X-Ray Spex,
Mr. Review,
Glenn Branca,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slick Rick,
Eli Mardock,
The Buckinghams,
Absolute Body Control,
The Seeds,
Index,
Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blues Magoos,
Hoover,
Jeru the Damaja,
Basic Channel,
Siglo XX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.