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 Zambia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alton Ellis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The American Breed,
The J.B.'s,
Accadde A,
Guru Guru,
Terry Callier,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Davy DMX,
Excepter,
Marvin Gaye,
Brass Construction,
Das Ding,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masters at Work,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
Bang On A Can,
Mr. Review,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Parry Music,
The Velvet Underground,
Organ,
Wings,
Bob Dylan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glenn Branca,
The Count Five,
Cal Tjader,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ossler,
Agitation Free,
Chris Corsano,
Dual Sessions,
Lungfish,
Ultravox,
Rosa Yemen,
Harry Pussy,
Symarip,
Ohio Players,
The Seeds,
The Names,
a-ha,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Green,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Bananas,
The Moleskins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Real Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
10cc,
Fatback Band,
K-Klass,
The Fall,
Nick Fraelich,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.