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 Micronesia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Tears for Fears to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Yaz,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Angels of Light,
Sister Nancy,
Buzzcocks,
Fela Kuti,
Ronnie Foster,
Yellowson,
Pantaleimon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mission of Burma,
The Moody Blues,
Lakeside,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fat Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
The Wake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gories,
Hashim,
Tres Demented,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Freddie Wadling,
Brass Construction,
The Seeds,
L. Decosne,
The Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
kango's stein massive,
Symarip,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Terry,
The Pretty Things,
Bauhaus,
The Remains,
Crime,
Iggy Pop,
Ultra Naté,
The Kinks,
Ohio Players,
The Busters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arcadia,
Cluster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Slits,
Nico,
Visage,
The Barracudas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oblivians,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Banda Bassotti,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.