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 Comoros and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bobby Sherman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Graham Central Station,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cal Tjader,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delta 5,
Fugazi,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
This Heat,
Chris & Cosey,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crime,
Susan Cadogan,
Suburban Knight,
Magma,
D'Angelo,
K-Klass,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aural Exciters,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalann,
Shoche,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shuggie Otis,
Grey Daturas,
Unwound,
Circle Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mars,
Loose Ends,
Los Fastidios,
The Divine Comedy,
FM Einheit,
Hardrive,
Robert Hood,
Gang Green,
Crooked Eye,
Blancmange,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Style,
Al Stewart,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Zeros,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aswad,
The Trojans,
Cymande,
Pierre Henry,
Con Funk Shun,
The Martian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.