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 Uruguay and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fela Kuti to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Scratch Acid,
Hoover,
Amazonics,
David Bowie,
The Smoke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Make Up,
Darondo,
a-ha,
The Young Rascals,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aural Exciters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Can,
Roy Ayers,
Swell Maps,
Sonic Youth,
Nirvana,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter and Kerry,
Camouflage,
Bush Tetras,
Joy Division,
The Gun Club,
Al Stewart,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Starr,
Guru Guru,
48th St. Collective,
The Searchers,
Erykah Badu,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Slits,
The Moody Blues,
R.M.O.,
Adolescents,
K-Klass,
Siglo XX,
Neu!,
La Düsseldorf,
Organ,
Audionom,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radio Birdman,
X-101,
Easy Going,
Derrick Morgan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boz Scaggs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Outsiders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kayak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mantronix,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.