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 Macedonia and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Flesh Eaters to the crunk 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Velvet Underground,
The Move,
The Monochrome Set,
Don Cherry,
Mad Mike,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harry Pussy,
Black Pus,
The Star Department,
The Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Nik Kershaw,
Talk Talk,
Country Teasers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pole,
Dual Sessions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Model 500,
Janne Schatter,
Warren Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donny Hathaway,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stereo Dub,
kango's stein massive,
Kenny Larkin,
John Coltrane,
Gang Green,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Offenders,
The Red Krayola,
The Cowsills,
The Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Severed Heads,
The Cure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Divine Comedy,
Subhumans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dark Day,
Pagans,
Toni Rubio,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Byrd,
The Standells,
Cecil Taylor,
Sex Pistols,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Livin' Joy,
Yellowson,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.