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 Singapore and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Au Pairs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Marc Almond,
Chrome,
Pharoah Sanders,
EPMD,
Au Pairs,
Echospace,
Panda Bear,
Ronan,
Black Bananas,
The Dirtbombs,
Joy Division,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fugazi,
Todd Terry,
Intrusion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
PIL,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fortunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fat Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Ituana,
The Evens,
Sällskapet,
Alton Ellis,
DNA,
Tres Demented,
The Angels of Light,
Blancmange,
Mission of Burma,
Bob Dylan,
U.S. Maple,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The United States of America,
Soft Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Vogues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Underground Resistance,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Starr,
MDC,
Black Flag,
Barbara Tucker,
Howard Jones,
Marine Girls,
The Dead C,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare,
Thee Headcoats,
Rosa Yemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boz Scaggs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Barracudas,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.