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 Ghana and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
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 synthesizer 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 Jawbox to the punk 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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Niagra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Buckinghams,
Tommy Roe,
Quando Quango,
The Misunderstood,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pierre Henry,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Searchers,
The Happenings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Names,
Maurizio,
Moss Icon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Prince Buster,
Spoonie Gee,
Henry Cow,
Whodini,
Joe Smooth,
The Gladiators,
Lyres,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Zeros,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slick Rick,
Skriet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Colin Newman,
U.S. Maple,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Patti Smith,
June Days,
DJ Sneak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ituana,
Erykah Badu,
Howard Jones,
Godley & Creme,
The Knickerbockers,
AZ,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Wake,
Soul II Soul,
Swell Maps,
Joy Division,
Isaac Hayes,
Cal Tjader,
The Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
The Cramps,
Eve St. Jones,
Rod Modell,
Talk Talk,
Fela Kuti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.