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 Iraq and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dorothy Ashby 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Essential Logic,
The Stooges,
Stereo Dub,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drexciya,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pretty Things,
Man Parrish,
Marc Almond,
The Skatalites,
Sex Pistols,
OOIOO,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pop Group,
Howard Jones,
Adolescents,
Gong,
Neil Young,
Ultravox,
Bang On A Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ice-T,
Sonic Youth,
R.M.O.,
Rekid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lindisfarne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alison Limerick,
Japan,
Crash Course in Science,
Procol Harum,
Television Personalities,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Easy Going,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hashim,
Soul II Soul,
Swans,
Babytalk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joy Division,
Maurizio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Clear Light,
Danielle Patucci,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yazoo,
Dave Gahan,
Ludus,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
MC5,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.