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 Iran and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '50s 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 John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultra Naté,
Young Marble Giants,
The Victims,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Judy Mowatt,
K-Klass,
Magma,
David Axelrod,
Jacob Miller,
Nas,
Jeff Mills,
Swell Maps,
Blake Baxter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Hill,
Agitation Free,
Rod Modell,
The Angels of Light,
Roxette,
Royal Trux,
John Foxx,
Todd Terry,
the Sonics,
Ronan,
Joensuu 1685,
Ten City,
Tomorrow,
Pole,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
Colin Newman,
The Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Sonic Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Fela Kuti,
Fugazi,
Altered Images,
China Crisis,
Josef K,
Niagra,
Nils Olav,
The Misunderstood,
Rotary Connection,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Moon,
Gang Green,
New Order,
Theoretical Girls,
Make Up,
Cal Tjader,
Stockholm Monsters,
Livin' Joy,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.