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 Malawi and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 The Cure to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wire,
Sällskapet,
Kenny Larkin,
The Saints,
Bill Wells,
Arcadia,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed,
Patti Smith,
L. Decosne,
Wings,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul II Soul,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dennis Brown,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erasure,
John Foxx,
Hot Snakes,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grauzone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cybotron,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barclay James Harvest,
ABC,
T. Rex,
Gang of Four,
Minnie Riperton,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
CMW,
Archie Shepp,
Saccharine Trust,
Q65,
Nation of Ulysses,
kango's stein massive,
Lyres,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skriet,
Thee Headcoats,
Bush Tetras,
Fugazi,
Warren Ellis,
Nas,
Iggy Pop,
Ronan,
The Mojo Men,
LL Cool J,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
The Skatalites,
Swell Maps,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.