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 Kiribati and from London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rapeman to the electroclash 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Warren Ellis,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Organ,
Johnny Osbourne,
Section 25,
Ludus,
Derrick May,
Leonard Cohen,
Babytalk,
Warsaw,
X-101,
The Offenders,
Aloha Tigers,
Byron Stingily,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Clear Light,
The Dead C,
Mission of Burma,
Ken Boothe,
Archie Shepp,
Ten City,
U.S. Maple,
Eddi Front,
Marmalade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerrie Biddell,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Womack,
Scratch Acid,
X-102,
Khruangbin,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fuzztones,
Tommy Roe,
The Gories,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Slick Rick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bronski Beat,
Mo-Dettes,
Marine Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
John Lydon,
Jandek,
Heaven 17,
Pulsallama,
MDC,
Grey Daturas,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Toni Rubio,
Malaria!,
The Moody Blues,
Schoolly D,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.