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 Serbia and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Zeros 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Negative Approach,
T.S.O.L.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nik Kershaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ten City,
Cymande,
The Dead C,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
China Crisis,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash,
New York Dolls,
Vladislav Delay,
Mission of Burma,
Cecil Taylor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warren Ellis,
The Slits,
Sight & Sound,
Roxette,
Glenn Branca,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Main Source,
Mark Hollis,
The Monks,
Thompson Twins,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Red Krayola,
Skarface,
Marmalade,
Rod Modell,
Roxy Music,
JFA,
The Blues Magoos,
Parry Music,
Zero Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gabor Szabo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Moon,
B.T. Express,
Eric Dolphy,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Searchers,
The Zeros,
Pulsallama,
Altered Images,
Radio Birdman,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.