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 Swaziland and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bad Manners to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
New Order,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rotary Connection,
ABC,
Quantec,
Visage,
Mantronix,
Public Enemy,
Hardrive,
Nico,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Livin' Joy,
Angry Samoans,
D'Angelo,
E-Dancer,
Interpol,
The Victims,
Anakelly,
Swell Maps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Age Steppers,
David McCallum,
Derrick May,
the Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul II Soul,
Surgeon,
Fugazi,
Khruangbin,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Sheep,
Ludus,
Average White Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Michelle Simonal,
David Bowie,
Matthew Halsall,
Zero Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Janne Schatter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultra Naté,
Procol Harum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ornette Coleman,
Arthur Verocai,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quadrant,
Wasted Youth,
Dual Sessions,
John Coltrane,
Cluster,
Los Fastidios,
The Velvet Underground,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.