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 Uruguay and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cymande 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Zapp,
Ludus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacques Brel,
Royal Trux,
Cymande,
Gabor Szabo,
10cc,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scion,
FM Einheit,
MDC,
Audionom,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gladiators,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fugs,
Negative Approach,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-102,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minny Pops,
Sight & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Radiohead,
Erasure,
Liliput,
Depeche Mode,
Niagra,
Yaz,
Kerri Chandler,
Aural Exciters,
Rites of Spring,
The Count Five,
Monks,
John Lydon,
Hoover,
Godley & Creme,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Fraelich,
Lyres,
Drexciya,
Matthew Bourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oblivians,
Q65,
Lakeside,
The Selecter,
Mark Hollis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.