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 Greece and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nico to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Toni Rubio,
Procol Harum,
The Names,
Scott Walker,
Desert Stars,
Urselle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Osbourne,
MDC,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Bob Dylan,
Donald Byrd,
Pole,
Sex Pistols,
Sällskapet,
The Selecter,
Jawbox,
Rakim,
Accadde A,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joyce Sims,
The J.B.'s,
Cybotron,
cv313,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crooked Eye,
DNA,
Talk Talk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bluetip,
Godley & Creme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shuggie Otis,
F. McDonald,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fat Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minny Pops,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Hill,
Aural Exciters,
Whodini,
Kayak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gladiators,
The Stooges,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pylon,
Don Cherry,
John Lydon,
The Saints,
The Mojo Men,
Technova,
Dennis Brown,
Cal Tjader,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.