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 Iran and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rekid to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The Count Five,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Golliwogs,
Public Enemy,
Bad Manners,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultravox,
Jandek,
Juan Atkins,
The Mummies,
D'Angelo,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Happenings,
Blake Baxter,
This Heat,
Alice Coltrane,
Franke,
Fear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Ornette Coleman,
Unrelated Segments,
Dead Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Nico,
Sällskapet,
The Stooges,
Bronski Beat,
Bush Tetras,
Babytalk,
Crooked Eye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Negative Approach,
Scratch Acid,
Sam Rivers,
Prince Buster,
Ronnie Foster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aswad,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Starr,
The Martian,
Gang Green,
Robert Wyatt,
David Bowie,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Wells,
Harry Pussy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barbara Tucker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kayak,
Pussy Galore,
Danielle Patucci,
Don Cherry,
Drexciya,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.