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 Malaysia and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Scratch Acid to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Banda Bassotti,
Zero Boys,
Erasure,
Country Teasers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MDC,
The Remains,
Gang of Four,
Stockholm Monsters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The United States of America,
John Foxx,
FM Einheit,
cv313,
Hot Snakes,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Hood,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smoke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Swans,
Q65,
Livin' Joy,
The Fuzztones,
Babytalk,
Chris Corsano,
Scrapy,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sex Pistols,
The Seeds,
Lyres,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Prince Buster,
Donny Hathaway,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
The Toasters,
Grauzone,
Sister Nancy,
New York Dolls,
Young Marble Giants,
Marine Girls,
In Retrospect,
Rufus Thomas,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Trumans Water,
the Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
The Searchers,
Ossler,
Boz Scaggs,
Alison Limerick,
Fela Kuti,
Cecil Taylor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June Days,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.