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 Zambia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Piero Umiliani to the disco 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Count Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Section 25,
The Blues Magoos,
Byron Stingily,
Marmalade,
Audionom,
Cal Tjader,
Radiohead,
Delon & Dalcan,
Das Ding,
Piero Umiliani,
June of 44,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Panda Bear,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Sneak,
Television,
Sun Ra,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blackbyrds,
Spoonie Gee,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fat Boys,
Todd Terry,
MC5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Groovy Waters,
Arab on Radar,
Barry Ungar,
Mars,
Au Pairs,
Joensuu 1685,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Bourne,
The Young Rascals,
Loose Ends,
The Smoke,
The Walker Brothers,
Hoover,
Marine Girls,
Circle Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
The Moleskins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Carl Craig,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pop Group,
Babytalk,
Scientists,
Rotary Connection,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Nico,
The Motions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.