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 Norway and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Peter and Kerry to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang On A Can,
Rufus Thomas,
D'Angelo,
Alison Limerick,
Warsaw,
Roxette,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultravox,
Arcadia,
Camouflage,
John Lydon,
Barrington Levy,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare,
The Mummies,
Henry Cow,
Yaz,
Rites of Spring,
The Evens,
Talk Talk,
Adolescents,
Ken Boothe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ornette Coleman,
Sight & Sound,
Motorama,
The Residents,
Section 25,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Yazoo,
The Fuzztones,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smiths,
Stereo Dub,
Roger Hodgson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cybotron,
Moby Grape,
Man Eating Sloth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul II Soul,
Dead Boys,
Mantronix,
Isaac Hayes,
The Techniques,
Shuggie Otis,
ABBA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Bowie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Supertramp,
Connie Case,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Mills,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronnie Foster,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.