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 Benin and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Divine Comedy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Underground Resistance,
Whodini,
Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Pantaleimon,
Babytalk,
June of 44,
Blossom Toes,
Eurythmics,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultravox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang of Four,
Terrestrial Tones,
Colin Newman,
Gerry Rafferty,
EPMD,
Dave Gahan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lower 48,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bauhaus,
Lyres,
Urselle,
June Days,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
K-Klass,
Half Japanese,
Barry Ungar,
Tommy Roe,
Joey Negro,
Y Pants,
The Gladiators,
Marine Girls,
In Retrospect,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Flag,
The Gories,
Yusef Lateef,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brass Construction,
Livin' Joy,
Marvin Gaye,
UT,
Outsiders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nils Olav,
The Real Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Wire,
Gong,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kayak,
Easy Going,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Morten Harket,
The Fall,
ABC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.