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 Lebanon 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sound Behaviour to the disco 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
The Pretty Things,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Star Department,
Jandek,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agitation Free,
The Mojo Men,
The Toasters,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
10cc,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Index,
Soulsonic Force,
Urselle,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monolake,
Second Layer,
The Sonics,
David McCallum,
Bad Manners,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Five Americans,
Ice-T,
Heaven 17,
The Angels of Light,
The Fall,
Brick,
Robert Hood,
Ossler,
Severed Heads,
Rites of Spring,
Goldenarms,
Accadde A,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scrapy,
Hot Snakes,
Sixth Finger,
Skriet,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young,
The Searchers,
Morten Harket,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television Personalities,
Minny Pops,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Associates,
The Birthday Party,
Nation of Ulysses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.