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 Bahamas and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Barracudas to the funk 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dawn Penn,
The Cowsills,
Nick Fraelich,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yellowson,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young,
Agent Orange,
The Slits,
Thompson Twins,
Ponytail,
The Knickerbockers,
The Angels of Light,
Deakin,
Soulsonic Force,
Section 25,
48th St. Collective,
Siglo XX,
the Swans,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Womack,
Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deepchord,
Saccharine Trust,
Bad Manners,
Bluetip,
Mandrill,
Eric B and Rakim,
Josef K,
Brick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerri Chandler,
Crooked Eye,
The Mojo Men,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
The Victims,
Faust,
Joe Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Iggy Pop,
Pere Ubu,
Lindisfarne,
Sight & Sound,
Crime,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Janne Schatter,
These Immortal Souls,
X-Ray Spex,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.