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 Oman and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Make Up to the rap 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Sherman,
the Swans,
Nils Olav,
Soft Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Public Enemy,
The Standells,
The United States of America,
Albert Ayler,
Monolake,
Al Stewart,
Whodini,
Ludus,
Grauzone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Organ,
Ossler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lindisfarne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reagan Youth,
Lyres,
Suburban Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Nico,
Fluxion,
Chrome,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cramps,
Zapp,
Section 25,
Supertramp,
The Vogues,
Fela Kuti,
Nirvana,
The Beau Brummels,
Stockholm Monsters,
cv313,
The Fuzztones,
Livin' Joy,
Ponytail,
Smog,
Rosa Yemen,
Harmonia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Star Department,
the Fania All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barbara Tucker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lower 48,
Heaven 17,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
Schoolly D,
Porter Ricks,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.