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 Bahrain 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Cheater Slicks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Joey Negro,
Nico,
Moss Icon,
Supertramp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
PIL,
Jawbox,
Loose Ends,
Ten City,
Pylon,
John Cale,
Lakeside,
The Angels of Light,
Brick,
Popol Vuh,
Carl Craig,
Icehouse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Raincoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thee Headcoats,
The Real Kids,
Gichy Dan,
The Standells,
The Knickerbockers,
Niagra,
DNA,
Section 25,
T.S.O.L.,
Pere Ubu,
Liliput,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Sneak,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June Days,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-102,
The Kinks,
Arcadia,
Dead Boys,
Hashim,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Halsall,
Visage,
Zero Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joy Division,
Crash Course in Science,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.