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 Chile and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Rekid,
Cameo,
Jacob Miller,
Minor Threat,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül II,
OOIOO,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Sherman,
Howard Jones,
Dark Day,
Soft Machine,
The Gun Club,
Underground Resistance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Teasers,
Accadde A,
The Music Machine,
Nirvana,
Youth Brigade,
The United States of America,
Bill Near,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swans,
Blancmange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swell Maps,
The Index,
Hot Snakes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rod Modell,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vainqueur,
Kenny Larkin,
The Vogues,
Livin' Joy,
Fatback Band,
Dead Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young,
The Toasters,
Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
Max Romeo,
KRS-One,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dual Sessions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.