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 Argentina and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ice-T to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gong,
Maleditus Sound,
Henry Cow,
Chris Corsano,
Alton Ellis,
Blancmange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Five Americans,
Arthur Verocai,
Lightning Bolt,
John Lydon,
Absolute Body Control,
A Certain Ratio,
Make Up,
Magazine,
Eurythmics,
Lower 48,
Warsaw,
Icehouse,
Hot Snakes,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skaos,
Amon Düül II,
Spoonie Gee,
Aural Exciters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bluetip,
The Skatalites,
Adolescents,
Rekid,
Jawbox,
DJ Sneak,
Tom Boy,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heaven 17,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Black Dice,
Subhumans,
Bang On A Can,
Khruangbin,
The Smoke,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Whodini,
The Zeros,
Cheater Slicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scrapy,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.