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 Korea South and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Buzzcocks to the funk 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Deadbeat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arcadia,
Khruangbin,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Görl,
Parry Music,
Negative Approach,
8 Eyed Spy,
Don Cherry,
Tom Boy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Infiniti,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fuzztones,
David McCallum,
Carl Craig,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chrome,
Tropical Tobacco,
Animal Collective,
Zero Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Fad Gadget,
CMW,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Pagans,
Patti Smith,
Camouflage,
Wally Richardson,
Scion,
Byron Stingily,
L. Decosne,
Rosa Yemen,
Deakin,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Lynne,
Godley & Creme,
Severed Heads,
Lakeside,
Drexciya,
Joyce Sims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.