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 Iceland and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Simply Red to the jazz 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible 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 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Kenny Larkin,
Supertramp,
Eric Copeland,
EPMD,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Khruangbin,
Chris Corsano,
Quantec,
The Angels of Light,
Angry Samoans,
John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Moss Icon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Near,
Chrome,
Bad Manners,
Eve St. Jones,
Average White Band,
the Soft Cell,
a-ha,
Television,
Alphaville,
Altered Images,
The Moody Blues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Busters,
Nirvana,
Ice-T,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yazoo,
Intrusion,
Marmalade,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Slits,
48th St. Collective,
Organ,
PIL,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fela Kuti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Hood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eddi Front,
FM Einheit,
Unwound,
Isaac Hayes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mummies,
the Human League,
Man Parrish,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.