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 Namibia and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Connie Case,
JFA,
Lindisfarne,
The Monochrome Set,
The Five Americans,
DNA,
Desert Stars,
Whodini,
Black Bananas,
Mandrill,
Smog,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barbara Tucker,
Prince Buster,
The Tremeloes,
Reagan Youth,
The Index,
Popol Vuh,
Junior Murvin,
Minnie Riperton,
Colin Newman,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
Supertramp,
The Misunderstood,
Public Enemy,
Hasil Adkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swans,
Simply Red,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Christie,
The Gap Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Make Up,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Wake,
Metal Thangz,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mojo Men,
Funky Four + One,
Chrome,
John Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Josef K,
Electric Light Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
Deadbeat,
The Golliwogs,
Ponytail,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Roger Hodgson,
Sixth Finger,
Subhumans,
E-Dancer,
Suicide,
Pere Ubu,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.