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 Estonia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kevin Saunderson 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Steve Hackett,
Moebius,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sight & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Audionom,
Soft Machine,
Brass Construction,
PIL,
Wings,
Ultra Naté,
Al Stewart,
Jerry's Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Slave,
Gong,
Thompson Twins,
Mark Hollis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Janne Schatter,
Harmonia,
Maleditus Sound,
T. Rex,
Popol Vuh,
The Young Rascals,
Cameo,
Bill Near,
Bobby Womack,
Von Mondo,
Amazonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
Black Sheep,
Ronan,
Babytalk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skaos,
Bob Dylan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Inner City,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hasil Adkins,
The Associates,
Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
Talk Talk,
Sugar Minott,
Lakeside,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magazine,
The Selecter,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker,
The Cramps,
the Normal,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.