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 Romania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Dual Sessions to the dance 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Franke,
Q and Not U,
The Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Minny Pops,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
Henry Cow,
One Last Wish,
Goldenarms,
Mission of Burma,
Panda Bear,
New Order,
Television Personalities,
Davy DMX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Susan Cadogan,
Parry Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jawbox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aswad,
Kenny Larkin,
The Human League,
The Gories,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Association,
A Certain Ratio,
Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fugs,
Robert Hood,
Adolescents,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sam Rivers,
Television,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Interpol,
Rites of Spring,
The Cowsills,
Icehouse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vladislav Delay,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Loose Ends,
Sonny Sharrock,
Qualms,
Dennis Brown,
Dorothy Ashby,
Essential Logic,
Colin Newman,
The Names,
Ronan,
Cal Tjader,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.