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 Botswana and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Technova to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Axelrod,
Youth Brigade,
June Days,
Joey Negro,
Negative Approach,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terry Callier,
Suburban Knight,
Arcadia,
L. Decosne,
James White and The Blacks,
Ten City,
Scion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Parrish,
Ponytail,
the Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Wyatt,
Das Ding,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gichy Dan,
Funkadelic,
The Victims,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radio Birdman,
U.S. Maple,
Skriet,
Gabor Szabo,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Tremeloes,
David McCallum,
Half Japanese,
Surgeon,
Tom Boy,
Judy Mowatt,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smiths,
Alton Ellis,
Rod Modell,
Jandek,
Lindisfarne,
The Cure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camberwell Now,
The Vogues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
FM Einheit,
Nick Fraelich,
The Velvet Underground,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.