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 Ireland and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 One Last Wish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
MC5,
DJ Sneak,
The Names,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Easy Going,
Pylon,
Joe Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker,
The Music Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül,
Moby Grape,
Subhumans,
Juan Atkins,
Wings,
Leonard Cohen,
Make Up,
Eurythmics,
Motorama,
Main Source,
Negative Approach,
Hoover,
Howard Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
Infiniti,
Vladislav Delay,
The Invisible,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
F. McDonald,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sonny Sharrock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television,
Lightning Bolt,
The Count Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quantec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy Collins,
Warsaw,
Urselle,
Boredoms,
The Last Poets,
Maurizio,
Babytalk,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Faust,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.