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 Armenia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 48th St. Collective to the punk 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Ultravox,
Liliput,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case,
Barry Ungar,
Crime,
Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
cv313,
Judy Mowatt,
Letta Mbulu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The United States of America,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fatback Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stetsasonic,
D'Angelo,
The Moody Blues,
Nico,
Bad Manners,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cure,
Swell Maps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABC,
Pagans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wally Richardson,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dead C,
the Sonics,
EPMD,
ABBA,
Eric Dolphy,
Scrapy,
Lindisfarne,
Icehouse,
Black Moon,
Das Ding,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siglo XX,
Talk Talk,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Osbourne,
Darondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Standells,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.