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 Ecuador and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Skarface to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Mo-Dettes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ten City,
Eve St. Jones,
Tears for Fears,
The Martian,
Man Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
Danielle Patucci,
David Bowie,
Harry Pussy,
Cluster,
Swell Maps,
kango's stein massive,
L. Decosne,
Barclay James Harvest,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Letta Mbulu,
Banda Bassotti,
Parry Music,
Sister Nancy,
Skaos,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Görl,
Panda Bear,
CMW,
The Red Krayola,
The Vogues,
Minny Pops,
Bauhaus,
Duran Duran,
Erasure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alison Limerick,
Zapp,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Saccharine Trust,
Main Source,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
Ohio Players,
The Fortunes,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young,
The Litter,
Arcadia,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare,
The Skatalites,
The Standells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
Donny Hathaway,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Easy Going,
China Crisis,
Absolute Body Control,
EPMD,
Pussy Galore,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.