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 Comoros and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 June Days to the grunge 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Average White Band,
Visage,
The Star Department,
The Fugs,
Charles Mingus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Lynne,
Sixth Finger,
Magazine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul Sonic Force,
R.M.O.,
Rosa Yemen,
the Normal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
Little Man,
Ludus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantytec,
Max Romeo,
Dual Sessions,
Pulsallama,
Fad Gadget,
Wire,
Second Layer,
Eric Copeland,
the Germs,
Sex Pistols,
The American Breed,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pop Group,
Bang On A Can,
Scion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joy Division,
Flash Fearless,
Half Japanese,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantaleimon,
Absolute Body Control,
The J.B.'s,
Malaria!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Make Up,
Erasure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dawn Penn,
Maurizio,
James White and The Blacks,
The Associates,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.