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 Norway and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dave Gahan to the dance 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Sonic Youth,
World's Most,
Fear,
The Black Dice,
Ice-T,
The United States of America,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slackers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cowsills,
Ten City,
Severed Heads,
Archie Shepp,
Banda Bassotti,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
Rekid,
Angry Samoans,
The Blues Magoos,
Gastr Del Sol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Silicon Teens,
Excepter,
Ituana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blackbyrds,
Absolute Body Control,
Aural Exciters,
Shoche,
Leonard Cohen,
Scrapy,
Laurel Aitken,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aloha Tigers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kaleidoscope,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Icehouse,
The Techniques,
The Names,
The Velvet Underground,
Grauzone,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nirvana,
Ultra Naté,
Pole,
Scratch Acid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The American Breed,
Rosa Yemen,
Talk Talk,
Zapp,
The Evens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mojo Men,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Surgeon,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.