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 Slovakia and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Divine Comedy to the electroclash 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Robert Hood,
Visage,
The Count Five,
Metal Thangz,
The Sonics,
Aswad,
Boredoms,
Brick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Wyatt,
Camouflage,
Symarip,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Music Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter and Kerry,
X-102,
Vladislav Delay,
Cecil Taylor,
Hoover,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerri Chandler,
Connie Case,
Darondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Order,
The Cramps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nils Olav,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ituana,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Womack,
Angry Samoans,
The Birthday Party,
Scientists,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Sheep,
Barry Ungar,
Lakeside,
Brand Nubian,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Raincoats,
Soulsonic Force,
The Zeros,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxette,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.