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 United States and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Slits to the electroclash 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Slits,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare,
The Fugs,
ABBA,
Chris Corsano,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Dolphy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pole,
The Pretty Things,
Depeche Mode,
Supertramp,
The Kinks,
Derrick May,
Skriet,
Audionom,
Jacques Brel,
The Monks,
Juan Atkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agent Orange,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers,
Warsaw,
Camberwell Now,
Ossler,
Fela Kuti,
B.T. Express,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harmonia,
Make Up,
Kerri Chandler,
Goldenarms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Mills,
Quando Quango,
James White and The Blacks,
Joensuu 1685,
Con Funk Shun,
Clear Light,
DJ Sneak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Outsiders,
Slave,
Fad Gadget,
LL Cool J,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tommy Roe,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ohio Players,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monochrome Set,
Girls At Our Best!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.