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 Barbados and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Real Kids to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Magma,
Rotary Connection,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül,
Tropical Tobacco,
a-ha,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
Zero Boys,
Nirvana,
Lightning Bolt,
Aswad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Swans,
Intrusion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Camberwell Now,
The Offenders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fad Gadget,
Malaria!,
Pole,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minutemen,
PIL,
Michelle Simonal,
Carl Craig,
Technova,
The Standells,
The Last Poets,
The Cure,
The Victims,
Alice Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yusef Lateef,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Starr,
The Invisible,
Connie Case,
U.S. Maple,
Howard Jones,
Unwound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mars,
One Last Wish,
Yazoo,
Surgeon,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantaleimon,
Peter and Kerry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.