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 Zambia and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 ABBA to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Doors,
The Cramps,
Gong,
Rekid,
Peter and Kerry,
The Stooges,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Hill,
Massinfluence,
Ossler,
Joe Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sexual Harrassment,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy Collins,
the Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Starr,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Green,
The Monochrome Set,
Japan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Harmonia,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Depeche Mode,
The Martian,
Black Sheep,
The Human League,
LL Cool J,
David McCallum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fluxion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Juan Atkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lindisfarne,
Nik Kershaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reagan Youth,
Terry Callier,
Skaos,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skarface,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.