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 Iceland and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 June of 44 to the electroclash 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Kaleidoscope,
Flash Fearless,
48th St. Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
Bush Tetras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Red Krayola,
New Age Steppers,
Procol Harum,
Gichy Dan,
Rapeman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nico,
Minutemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Metal Thangz,
Danielle Patucci,
David Axelrod,
Dark Day,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Copeland,
The Fall,
Livin' Joy,
Camouflage,
Alison Limerick,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
One Last Wish,
Black Bananas,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Smooth,
Niagra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funkadelic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eve St. Jones,
Ludus,
Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
The Young Rascals,
Patti Smith,
Wings,
Newcleus,
Whodini,
Marshall Jefferson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television,
Grauzone,
Ultra Naté,
The Velvet Underground,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül,
Intrusion,
Crash Course in Science,
Magazine,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.