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 Saudi Arabia and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Misunderstood to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
JFA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dawn Penn,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Al Stewart,
Circle Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Wells,
Sonic Youth,
The Tremeloes,
The Mojo Men,
Darondo,
Joy Division,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Christie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wings,
Morten Harket,
Sparks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Japan,
Tommy Roe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ludus,
Michelle Simonal,
Wasted Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boredoms,
the Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rites of Spring,
Franke,
Underground Resistance,
Sister Nancy,
Infiniti,
Deadbeat,
In Retrospect,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Excepter,
The Count Five,
Eli Mardock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Axelrod,
John Holt,
T. Rex,
Deepchord,
Harpers Bizarre,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.