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 Nicaragua and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Alice Coltrane to the funk 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The Gap Band,
Sex Pistols,
Alison Limerick,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Move,
The Monochrome Set,
Barbara Tucker,
Mars,
Au Pairs,
Whodini,
E-Dancer,
Sun City Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Surgeon,
Piero Umiliani,
Bronski Beat,
Young Marble Giants,
The Names,
Mantronix,
Spoonie Gee,
Rotary Connection,
James White and The Blacks,
Thee Headcoats,
Faraquet,
Cameo,
Mark Hollis,
U.S. Maple,
Wire,
Hardrive,
Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marmalade,
Nils Olav,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Associates,
Niagra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fuzztones,
Hashim,
X-101,
Country Teasers,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radio Birdman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scientists,
The Pretty Things,
Intrusion,
R.M.O.,
Janne Schatter,
The Raincoats,
Black Moon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.