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 Lithuania and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 The Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Country Teasers,
Gastr Del Sol,
UT,
The Kinks,
The Slits,
Fear,
Tim Buckley,
Suicide,
Patti Smith,
FM Einheit,
Yusef Lateef,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vladislav Delay,
Boz Scaggs,
Bob Dylan,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang On A Can,
KRS-One,
Henry Cow,
Symarip,
The Evens,
Amon Düül,
Lalann,
Lou Reed,
David Bowie,
Eurythmics,
Toni Rubio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alphaville,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Rundgren,
Maurizio,
Wings,
Jacob Miller,
The Gun Club,
Dead Boys,
Marmalade,
Max Romeo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Babytalk,
Roger Hodgson,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül II,
Anakelly,
Soul Sonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heaven 17,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy Collins,
Arcadia,
Bobby Sherman,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxy Music,
Erasure,
the Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Remains,
Dark Day,
Newcleus,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.