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 Grenada and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 L. Decosne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flash Fearless,
These Immortal Souls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Saints,
Alison Limerick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cal Tjader,
The Cure,
Piero Umiliani,
Prince Buster,
Mr. Review,
Thee Headcoats,
Marmalade,
The Moleskins,
The Knickerbockers,
Cecil Taylor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Walker Brothers,
New York Dolls,
the Slits,
Second Layer,
Bootsy Collins,
Jawbox,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
OOIOO,
The Smoke,
Yaz,
Tommy Roe,
Television Personalities,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Star Department,
Slick Rick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cymande,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Wake,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pretty Things,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Names,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare,
Pussy Galore,
The Smiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
Section 25,
Minor Threat,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.