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 Yemen and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fat Boys,
H. Thieme,
The New Christs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
R.M.O.,
This Heat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bronski Beat,
The Fuzztones,
Liliput,
Outsiders,
The Move,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Dolphy,
The Associates,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Wyatt,
The Happenings,
Dead Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Soul II Soul,
The Tremeloes,
The Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Pussy Galore,
Babytalk,
Chrome,
Dark Day,
Jawbox,
Intrusion,
The Last Poets,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fela Kuti,
Camberwell Now,
June Days,
Monolake,
Accadde A,
Eddi Front,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Raincoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Flag,
Reagan Youth,
The Cramps,
Stereo Dub,
Marmalade,
Kaleidoscope,
Moss Icon,
The Divine Comedy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Youth Brigade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Names,
Wire,
The Skatalites,
Swans,
Nirvana,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.