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 Bangladesh and from Columbus.
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 Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Section 25 to the punk 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Zapp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hasil Adkins,
Kaleidoscope,
The Names,
New Age Steppers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Half Japanese,
CMW,
Zero Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Faraquet,
Robert Wyatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Victims,
Janne Schatter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiohead,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Graham Central Station,
Sarah Menescal,
Mantronix,
The Angels of Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Little Man,
the Association,
Lightning Bolt,
June of 44,
Bronski Beat,
Fat Boys,
The Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minnie Riperton,
Ludus,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Walker Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Moebius,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crime,
The Slits,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Easy Going,
Idris Muhammad,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
Eurythmics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Pus,
The Fall,
Al Stewart,
Surgeon,
Newcleus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cal Tjader,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.