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 Bahrain 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Parry Music 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Surgeon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June Days,
The Pretty Things,
Japan,
Wings,
The Moody Blues,
Minor Threat,
Maleditus Sound,
Vainqueur,
Robert Wyatt,
Godley & Creme,
Ultravox,
Minutemen,
Junior Murvin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blossom Toes,
ABC,
Lightning Bolt,
Sixth Finger,
Guru Guru,
Maurizio,
The Dirtbombs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fall,
Joey Negro,
Pere Ubu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Panda Bear,
The Gap Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
The American Breed,
Man Parrish,
The Standells,
The Mojo Men,
Siglo XX,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sound,
Bauhaus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T.S.O.L.,
Niagra,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter and Kerry,
Terry Callier,
Yaz,
Urselle,
Au Pairs,
Make Up,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angry Samoans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.