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 Somalia and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 E-Dancer to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Albert Ayler,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Organ,
Danielle Patucci,
Von Mondo,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Lynne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mad Mike,
Essential Logic,
Kurtis Blow,
The Wake,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
EPMD,
Ossler,
The New Christs,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
Reagan Youth,
Agent Orange,
Liliput,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gong,
Crooked Eye,
Iggy Pop,
Lucky Dragons,
MC5,
Quadrant,
Suicide,
Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
OOIOO,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter & Gordon,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Style,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
Minor Threat,
The Move,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scion,
The Blues Magoos,
Boz Scaggs,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pylon,
Letta Mbulu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Janne Schatter,
Quantec,
Rod Modell,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.