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 Mexico and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Smoke 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Sixth Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Organ,
The Gun Club,
Kayak,
Arab on Radar,
Public Enemy,
Dave Gahan,
Ronan,
Terry Callier,
Nils Olav,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pylon,
Don Cherry,
Radio Birdman,
Agitation Free,
Yazoo,
Loose Ends,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Talk Talk,
the Human League,
Pere Ubu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nico,
Lungfish,
Roxette,
Mission of Burma,
Infiniti,
Soft Machine,
Jawbox,
Eurythmics,
Neu!,
Surgeon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Basic Channel,
Rosa Yemen,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fuzztones,
Harmonia,
The Black Dice,
Nick Fraelich,
Altered Images,
Smog,
Oneida,
The Moleskins,
The Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Interpol,
Theoretical Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Hood,
The Trojans,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Victims,
Royal Trux,
K-Klass,
Iggy Pop,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.