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 Grenada and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Fear to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Remains,
Mad Mike,
The Buckinghams,
Bauhaus,
Television,
Make Up,
Ludus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
La Düsseldorf,
Graham Central Station,
Wolf Eyes,
the Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scrapy,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Womack,
Throbbing Gristle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Talk Talk,
Janne Schatter,
Dawn Penn,
Fatback Band,
Mandrill,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Five Americans,
Al Stewart,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hardrive,
The Monks,
Pantaleimon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arab on Radar,
Suicide,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Parrish,
Jawbox,
The Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Quando Quango,
Kenny Larkin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter & Gordon,
Supertramp,
Organ,
Sound Behaviour,
Tom Boy,
Rosa Yemen,
Scion,
The Grass Roots,
Basic Channel,
cv313,
DJ Style,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Near,
Ohio Players,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camouflage,
Boz Scaggs,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.