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 Palau and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grunge 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Echospace,
Harmonia,
Cheater Slicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacob Miller,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Easy Going,
DJ Style,
Urselle,
Robert Hood,
Fatback Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Shoche,
The Motions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rufus Thomas,
L. Decosne,
Chris Corsano,
Circle Jerks,
Bluetip,
Kayak,
The Star Department,
The Music Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Iggy Pop,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Names,
Public Enemy,
The Red Krayola,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fluxion,
Sister Nancy,
Wolf Eyes,
Mantronix,
Johnny Clarke,
Negative Approach,
Charles Mingus,
Jandek,
Cecil Taylor,
Goldenarms,
Crispian St. Peters,
This Heat,
Barry Ungar,
Kerri Chandler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The United States of America,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Lydon,
Shuggie Otis,
cv313,
Procol Harum,
Icehouse,
Cal Tjader,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.