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 Suriname and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Byron Stingily to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Prince Buster,
KRS-One,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dave Gahan,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry's Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Quadrant,
Harpers Bizarre,
T. Rex,
Lightning Bolt,
Kaleidoscope,
The Zeros,
Silicon Teens,
Boredoms,
Thompson Twins,
Michelle Simonal,
The Five Americans,
Clear Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
The Monochrome Set,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television Personalities,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ohio Players,
U.S. Maple,
Leonard Cohen,
PIL,
The Dirtbombs,
Lakeside,
The Kinks,
Aaron Thompson,
Nils Olav,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spoonie Gee,
Slave,
Fear,
Smog,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smoke,
The Music Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
James White and The Blacks,
Iggy Pop,
The Fortunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Walker Brothers,
Ossler,
Al Stewart,
Siglo XX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warren Ellis,
The Cramps,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.