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 Micronesia and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 X-Ray Spex to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Basic Channel,
Rapeman,
The Count Five,
ABC,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Happenings,
Lucky Dragons,
The Raincoats,
The Busters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Trumans Water,
Fatback Band,
Swans,
Amazonics,
The Gun Club,
Dual Sessions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harmonia,
This Heat,
Sister Nancy,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terry Callier,
New Age Steppers,
The Golliwogs,
Radiohead,
Roger Hodgson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Slits,
Slick Rick,
Marvin Gaye,
Donald Byrd,
John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
the Human League,
New York Dolls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vainqueur,
Brass Construction,
The Stooges,
Zapp,
Popol Vuh,
Rites of Spring,
Thompson Twins,
Hasil Adkins,
John Lydon,
Aaron Thompson,
Arcadia,
Vladislav Delay,
Wolf Eyes,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Halsall,
Fat Boys,
Zero Boys,
D'Angelo,
Nils Olav,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.