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 Sri Lanka and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Oneida 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television Personalities,
Slave,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Bananas,
Cecil Taylor,
the Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Sällskapet,
The Searchers,
Reuben Wilson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fatback Band,
Mark Hollis,
Jacob Miller,
the Sonics,
X-101,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yaz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Little Man,
Kayak,
Qualms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Terry,
Jawbox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unwound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zapp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pole,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Massinfluence,
Bang On A Can,
Khruangbin,
The Fall,
Harry Pussy,
Aswad,
Pagans,
China Crisis,
Ken Boothe,
Ultra Naté,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Sherman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalo Schifrin,
Altered Images,
The Zeros,
Stereo Dub,
Los Fastidios,
The United States of America,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy Collins,
Minor Threat,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.