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 Lesotho and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Echo & the Bunnymen 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Toasters,
One Last Wish,
Siglo XX,
Audionom,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Saints,
Y Pants,
Pulsallama,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alphaville,
Howard Jones,
Motorama,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott Heron,
Panda Bear,
The Human League,
David Axelrod,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arthur Verocai,
Gabor Szabo,
Fluxion,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fat Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Remains,
Juan Atkins,
Tres Demented,
Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
The Sonics,
Little Man,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Guru Guru,
Trumans Water,
The Dead C,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The New Christs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Porter Ricks,
Black Pus,
Tom Boy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dark Day,
Deakin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed,
Jacques Brel,
Alice Coltrane,
The Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Pantaleimon,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.