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 Belgium and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 the Normal to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
U.S. Maple,
Idris Muhammad,
Desert Stars,
a-ha,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantytec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Al Stewart,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cluster,
Arab on Radar,
Deadbeat,
Tears for Fears,
Country Teasers,
D'Angelo,
The Raincoats,
David McCallum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Model 500,
Gregory Isaacs,
Curtis Mayfield,
48th St. Collective,
Popol Vuh,
Rod Modell,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Axelrod,
Sonic Youth,
The Dead C,
The Techniques,
Unrelated Segments,
The Red Krayola,
Black Moon,
The Slackers,
Y Pants,
Los Fastidios,
Flipper,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Fraelich,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Searchers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magazine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tom Boy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Flag,
Sun City Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fugs,
Aswad,
Boredoms,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.