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 Chad and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Blossom Toes to the jazz 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Panda Bear,
Maurizio,
Camberwell Now,
Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
Rotary Connection,
Steve Hackett,
Radiohead,
Ronan,
Rod Modell,
The Fall,
Au Pairs,
June of 44,
Funky Four + One,
Ice-T,
Tubeway Army,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantaleimon,
Masters at Work,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Inner City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The New Christs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ten City,
The J.B.'s,
Blossom Toes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Davy DMX,
Roger Hodgson,
Hardrive,
Wire,
Darondo,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fat Boys,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Bananas,
Outsiders,
Siglo XX,
Roxy Music,
Terry Callier,
Tom Boy,
The American Breed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Enemy,
Erasure,
Tres Demented,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
L. Decosne,
The Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.