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 South Africa 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Vladislav Delay to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Oblivians,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pylon,
Eddi Front,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Young Rascals,
Wire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Make Up,
The Misunderstood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zero Boys,
Shoche,
Jeff Lynne,
Kayak,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Holt,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
Silicon Teens,
Black Pus,
James White and The Blacks,
The Happenings,
Black Moon,
Skaos,
The Names,
The Blues Magoos,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris & Cosey,
cv313,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Velvet Underground,
Quadrant,
The Remains,
OOIOO,
Man Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Surgeon,
Amazonics,
Animal Collective,
Juan Atkins,
Magma,
Smog,
Minutemen,
Kas Product,
Delon & Dalcan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Motions,
Basic Channel,
Qualms,
The J.B.'s,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Dead Boys,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.