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 Albania and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
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 güiro 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the dance 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Joey Negro,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Womack,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry's Kids,
Alison Limerick,
Minny Pops,
The Wake,
Laurel Aitken,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dawn Penn,
The Neon Judgement,
Cecil Taylor,
Qualms,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Residents,
Boogie Down Productions,
Janne Schatter,
Wally Richardson,
The Blackbyrds,
Tim Buckley,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slackers,
Black Moon,
Moby Grape,
Sex Pistols,
Arab on Radar,
Ponytail,
Silicon Teens,
Cymande,
The United States of America,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Alarm Clocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Black Dice,
Siglo XX,
Quadrant,
Jacques Brel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soulsonic Force,
Skaos,
JFA,
Circle Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Accadde A,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aural Exciters,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marmalade,
Thompson Twins,
Masters at Work,
Wings,
Scratch Acid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donny Hathaway,
One Last Wish,
Make Up,
the Germs,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.