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 Bhutan and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Flag to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Matthew Halsall,
Ludus,
Kas Product,
Reuben Wilson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Terry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Connie Case,
Suicide,
the Germs,
Symarip,
Cymande,
Moss Icon,
MC5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Porter Ricks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pole,
The J.B.'s,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül II,
The Trojans,
Groovy Waters,
Subhumans,
Shoche,
Chrome,
DNA,
Ten City,
Theoretical Girls,
Don Cherry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
Dawn Penn,
Excepter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry's Kids,
X-101,
Bad Manners,
Bill Wells,
Nas,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Hill,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash,
Juan Atkins,
Model 500,
Grauzone,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Move,
Khruangbin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.