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 Argentina and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tres Demented to the crunk 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Toasters,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultravox,
Desert Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Susan Cadogan,
Aaron Thompson,
David Bowie,
The Vogues,
L. Decosne,
X-102,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Selecter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris Corsano,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cowsills,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brand Nubian,
Au Pairs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Skatalites,
Alton Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
Guru Guru,
Banda Bassotti,
Hoover,
Minutemen,
D'Angelo,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Motions,
Kenny Larkin,
Mandrill,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
LL Cool J,
Arcadia,
The Birthday Party,
R.M.O.,
Judy Mowatt,
Massinfluence,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rekid,
Nation of Ulysses,
Youth Brigade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.