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 Chad 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Bauhaus,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doors,
The Raincoats,
The Litter,
Model 500,
The Dirtbombs,
B.T. Express,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Wake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
R.M.O.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Toasters,
Harmonia,
Yusef Lateef,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker,
Kenny Larkin,
Flipper,
Amon Düül II,
Reuben Wilson,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang of Four,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
K-Klass,
Joyce Sims,
Piero Umiliani,
Cymande,
Pagans,
Oblivians,
Curtis Mayfield,
Godley & Creme,
Glenn Branca,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sound Behaviour,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Slits,
Simply Red,
The Mojo Men,
Shoche,
Scratch Acid,
Ultravox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Dolphy,
The Beau Brummels,
Mission of Burma,
Zapp,
Nas,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantytec,
Crime,
Jacques Brel,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.