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 Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Bad Manners,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marmalade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Barbara Tucker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Supertramp,
Jacques Brel,
Tim Buckley,
Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Sound Behaviour,
The Beau Brummels,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pylon,
Marine Girls,
Panda Bear,
Dark Day,
The Invisible,
John Cale,
Public Enemy,
Los Fastidios,
Roger Hodgson,
Vainqueur,
Nik Kershaw,
Maurizio,
Isaac Hayes,
The Names,
Pole,
Junior Murvin,
H. Thieme,
Tropical Tobacco,
PIL,
Loose Ends,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick May,
The Mojo Men,
Shoche,
Rites of Spring,
Dead Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Terrestrial Tones,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bauhaus,
These Immortal Souls,
Livin' Joy,
Alton Ellis,
the Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
cv313,
Yusef Lateef,
The Stooges,
The Fugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.