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 Botswana and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Hill,
Visage,
Amon Düül,
Massinfluence,
Negative Approach,
Dead Boys,
Supertramp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barry Ungar,
L. Decosne,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
ABC,
Jeff Lynne,
PIL,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott Heron,
June Days,
The Smiths,
The Divine Comedy,
X-101,
Toni Rubio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
ABBA,
Agitation Free,
Minnie Riperton,
Cheater Slicks,
In Retrospect,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fela Kuti,
Terry Callier,
Bluetip,
Unwound,
The Selecter,
The Vogues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Seeds,
The Happenings,
Khruangbin,
Man Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Youth Brigade,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Wyatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Simply Red,
Black Flag,
Yaz,
Easy Going,
Neil Young,
Mandrill,
Loose Ends,
U.S. Maple,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.