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 Nauru and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Animal Collective to the grunge 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aaron Thompson,
Cheater Slicks,
Mantronix,
Chris & Cosey,
Bob Dylan,
The Invisible,
Ossler,
The Star Department,
F. McDonald,
the Bar-Kays,
The Raincoats,
Howard Jones,
Inner City,
The Pretty Things,
Mad Mike,
The Saints,
Icehouse,
Lyres,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joyce Sims,
Ultravox,
Connie Case,
The Kinks,
Susan Cadogan,
Lakeside,
Schoolly D,
K-Klass,
Terrestrial Tones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donald Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
Essential Logic,
Make Up,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Barracudas,
Gang Starr,
Half Japanese,
Neu!,
The United States of America,
Pere Ubu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Clarke,
Ludus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Michelle Simonal,
The Skatalites,
Joe Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gabor Szabo,
The Young Rascals,
Mars,
the Association,
The Golliwogs,
Heaven 17,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.