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 Liechtenstein and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Livin' Joy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Morten Harket,
Aloha Tigers,
Fatback Band,
The Divine Comedy,
The Associates,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Holt,
The Cure,
Bronski Beat,
Jacob Miller,
Hot Snakes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Whodini,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jimmy McGriff,
Patti Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Alison Limerick,
Peter and Kerry,
Donny Hathaway,
The Index,
K-Klass,
The Durutti Column,
Peter & Gordon,
cv313,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
Tears for Fears,
The Music Machine,
Liliput,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gladiators,
New Age Steppers,
The Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Joyce Sims,
A Certain Ratio,
The Birthday Party,
Wasted Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Parry Music,
Organ,
Iggy Pop,
Pylon,
Excepter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxette,
Lebanon Hanover,
PIL,
Black Pus,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.