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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 B.T. Express to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nils Olav,
Ice-T,
Symarip,
Sonny Sharrock,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantytec,
The Buckinghams,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
Patti Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Bowie,
Maleditus Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Michelle Simonal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blancmange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxy Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neu!,
R.M.O.,
Roxette,
Metal Thangz,
Gabor Szabo,
Sight & Sound,
Flipper,
Josef K,
ABBA,
Yusef Lateef,
Sugar Minott,
Rapeman,
Hardrive,
Cybotron,
Absolute Body Control,
Con Funk Shun,
The Black Dice,
The New Christs,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker,
The Five Americans,
Heaven 17,
Television Personalities,
the Normal,
Kas Product,
MC5,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Main Source,
D'Angelo,
X-101,
Terry Callier,
Althea and Donna,
the Human League,
Model 500,
Silicon Teens,
JFA,
Fad Gadget,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.