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 Honduras and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 The Dead C to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
H. Thieme,
Robert Görl,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick May,
Max Romeo,
Au Pairs,
The Stooges,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visage,
The Modern Lovers,
Animal Collective,
Crime,
The Real Kids,
Organ,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fluxion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lindisfarne,
The Toasters,
Bob Dylan,
Fear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Zeros,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eli Mardock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oblivians,
Ludus,
La Düsseldorf,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bush Tetras,
L. Decosne,
Sight & Sound,
Index,
China Crisis,
Al Stewart,
Gang Green,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DNA,
the Human League,
the Slits,
Maurizio,
Monks,
Grauzone,
Altered Images,
The Red Krayola,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
The Fugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slave,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.