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 United States and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Don Cherry to the dance 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Desert Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Laurel Aitken,
Camberwell Now,
Patti Smith,
Lalann,
Main Source,
Sex Pistols,
Mr. Review,
The Barracudas,
Popol Vuh,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Standells,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Görl,
Ludus,
Scott Walker,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Symarip,
The Neon Judgement,
The Beau Brummels,
Judy Mowatt,
the Slits,
X-101,
Bootsy Collins,
Harry Pussy,
Joensuu 1685,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cybotron,
Easy Going,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spoonie Gee,
Ituana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Half Japanese,
One Last Wish,
New York Dolls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cal Tjader,
Q65,
John Holt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Outsiders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moody Blues,
Janne Schatter,
Smog,
Rites of Spring,
Morten Harket,
Drexciya,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.