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 Iceland and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grunge 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Neu!,
The Blackbyrds,
Davy DMX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eurythmics,
Rufus Thomas,
John Holt,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül,
K-Klass,
Schoolly D,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers,
LL Cool J,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Niagra,
Maurizio,
Connie Case,
The Beau Brummels,
Visage,
Flash Fearless,
Funky Four + One,
The Offenders,
Lucky Dragons,
MC5,
Zapp,
Aural Exciters,
Cheater Slicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Rundgren,
Bad Manners,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
Mr. Review,
Duran Duran,
Aaron Thompson,
Nico,
Tom Boy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eli Mardock,
Index,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Excepter,
Easy Going,
Young Marble Giants,
Icehouse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.