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 Libya and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grunge 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Association,
Bluetip,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang of Four,
The Victims,
Sandy B,
Aaron Thompson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Essential Logic,
The Barracudas,
F. McDonald,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pierre Henry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warren Ellis,
Howard Jones,
Mantronix,
Ludus,
Jeff Mills,
In Retrospect,
Section 25,
Pole,
China Crisis,
The Moody Blues,
Jacob Miller,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New York Dolls,
Stetsasonic,
The Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Severed Heads,
Von Mondo,
AZ,
The Tremeloes,
Rites of Spring,
Parry Music,
Visage,
The Names,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Toasters,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Starr,
Kaleidoscope,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young,
Donald Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
Mad Mike,
Drexciya,
Yellowson,
Grey Daturas,
Supertramp,
Ossler,
Monks,
The Slackers,
The Music Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.