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 Slovenia and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Depeche Mode to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Yaz,
Japan,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young,
Amazonics,
ABC,
The Golliwogs,
Michelle Simonal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Rundgren,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Albert Ayler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Panda Bear,
Youth Brigade,
Sonic Youth,
Q65,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Outsiders,
The Smoke,
Quantec,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Bowie,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fortunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Thompson Twins,
Gong,
Dorothy Ashby,
Byron Stingily,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Black Dice,
Shuggie Otis,
Anakelly,
Lou Christie,
The Fugs,
Bobby Womack,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Infiniti,
Babytalk,
Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
F. McDonald,
Suicide,
Absolute Body Control,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joensuu 1685,
the Normal,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker,
Eli Mardock,
Chris & Cosey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.