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 Kazakhstan and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Zapp to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Henry Cow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siglo XX,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry's Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Wasted Youth,
The Sound,
Heaven 17,
Interpol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bush Tetras,
Black Bananas,
Traffic Nightmare,
PIL,
Yazoo,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gong,
Arcadia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Main Source,
Joe Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mantronix,
Echospace,
Mandrill,
Hashim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Vogues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Half Japanese,
Sonny Sharrock,
World's Most,
Reuben Wilson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roger Hodgson,
U.S. Maple,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
Pylon,
June Days,
Guru Guru,
The Barracudas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cybotron,
Grauzone,
The Motions,
Dennis Brown,
Surgeon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.