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 Korea South and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grey Daturas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed,
Joey Negro,
Ohio Players,
The Flesh Eaters,
PIL,
Blake Baxter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moss Icon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grey Daturas,
Ornette Coleman,
Suburban Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roger Hodgson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Wings,
June of 44,
Dark Day,
Yusef Lateef,
Quando Quango,
Nick Fraelich,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
Zapp,
Scion,
Maurizio,
John Coltrane,
Ludus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moody Blues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
New York Dolls,
Soul II Soul,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rod Modell,
Arcadia,
Flipper,
Vainqueur,
Banda Bassotti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lindisfarne,
Groovy Waters,
Accadde A,
Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Simply Red,
Crooked Eye,
The Busters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
The Toasters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Colin Newman,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.