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 Jordan and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
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 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grunge 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Fad Gadget,
Soul II Soul,
Ituana,
Charles Mingus,
Angry Samoans,
The Young Rascals,
Fela Kuti,
Pantaleimon,
The Offenders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Althea and Donna,
Visage,
The Divine Comedy,
This Heat,
Liliput,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ken Boothe,
Make Up,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick May,
China Crisis,
The Count Five,
The Selecter,
The Standells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Angels of Light,
The Human League,
Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Goldenarms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Susan Cadogan,
The Busters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABBA,
Aswad,
Andrew Hill,
Public Enemy,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Terry,
Camouflage,
JFA,
Dennis Brown,
The Moleskins,
Masters at Work,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Soulsonic Force,
Moss Icon,
Rotary Connection,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.