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 Panama and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Bill Wells to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Star Department,
Das Ding,
Donny Hathaway,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pulsallama,
Qualms,
CMW,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick Morgan,
Zapp,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Starr,
This Heat,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare,
Sandy B,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boredoms,
Spandau Ballet,
Camouflage,
The Cure,
John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
Banda Bassotti,
The American Breed,
The Residents,
Loose Ends,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minor Threat,
B.T. Express,
Neu!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barry Ungar,
Tears for Fears,
Angry Samoans,
Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Machine,
Amazonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Little Man,
June of 44,
Radio Birdman,
The Barracudas,
Maleditus Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Fear,
Funky Four + One,
Niagra,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Foxx,
Donald Byrd,
Swans,
Crooked Eye,
Masters at Work,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.