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 India and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Shuggie Otis to the dance 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Zeros,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vainqueur,
Sandy B,
LL Cool J,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wasted Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terry Callier,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Almond,
This Heat,
Patti Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultra Naté,
Charles Mingus,
Cluster,
Grey Daturas,
Scan 7,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yaz,
Henry Cow,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Near,
Country Teasers,
Deepchord,
Tres Demented,
Sällskapet,
The Busters,
Nirvana,
Gang Green,
Andrew Hill,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Dolphy,
Carl Craig,
Radio Birdman,
The Gun Club,
The Misunderstood,
Davy DMX,
Neu!,
Accadde A,
Fatback Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Angels of Light,
a-ha,
Cameo,
Stereo Dub,
Zero Boys,
Monolake,
Donald Byrd,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.