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 Solomon Islands and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gun Club to the dance 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The Cowsills,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stereo Dub,
Desert Stars,
Organ,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Bar-Kays,
The Leaves,
Barry Ungar,
Zero Boys,
Max Romeo,
The Slits,
Stiv Bators,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Supertramp,
The Black Dice,
Shoche,
Susan Cadogan,
Essential Logic,
Metal Thangz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delta 5,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
R.M.O.,
Pierre Henry,
the Swans,
Godley & Creme,
Charles Mingus,
Slick Rick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Nas,
The Techniques,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Franke,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris Corsano,
Los Fastidios,
Lightning Bolt,
Quantec,
Vainqueur,
Eddi Front,
Eric Dolphy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Associates,
Cymande,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.