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 Angola and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Gong 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Camberwell Now,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Womack,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
Suburban Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lucky Dragons,
Stereo Dub,
Circle Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Massinfluence,
Sandy B,
John Foxx,
Symarip,
Anakelly,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Names,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Litter,
Organ,
Model 500,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Age Steppers,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brand Nubian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Qualms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Jimmy McGriff,
Los Fastidios,
The Selecter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Wake,
John Holt,
Cluster,
Howard Jones,
Patti Smith,
The Real Kids,
Gang of Four,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Parrish,
Mars,
Motorama,
Suicide,
Dead Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Teasers,
Leonard Cohen,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Durutti Column,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.