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 Ireland 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Raincoats to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Busters,
Max Romeo,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker,
Marshall Jefferson,
UT,
This Heat,
the Sonics,
Roxy Music,
Infiniti,
Q65,
The Real Kids,
Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
The Durutti Column,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Wire,
Buzzcocks,
The Angels of Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Associates,
Nico,
Tommy Roe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scion,
Moby Grape,
Masters at Work,
Susan Cadogan,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Finger,
Make Up,
Wings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
The Invisible,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blackbyrds,
Sex Pistols,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Searchers,
Barry Ungar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mojo Men,
Harmonia,
Organ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minnie Riperton,
Hasil Adkins,
Das Ding,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pussy Galore,
Piero Umiliani,
The Names,
Hashim,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.