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 Micronesia and from New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Stockholm Monsters to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Womack,
Kaleidoscope,
Hardrive,
T.S.O.L.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Negative Approach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quadrant,
Los Fastidios,
Aswad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gories,
Pantytec,
Crime,
Hoover,
Radio Birdman,
Eurythmics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stetsasonic,
Kurtis Blow,
The Beau Brummels,
Michelle Simonal,
Bluetip,
Ultra Naté,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Holt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Guru Guru,
The Moody Blues,
Hashim,
Television,
Funkadelic,
Bronski Beat,
Ronnie Foster,
Cymande,
Bauhaus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minutemen,
The Slits,
Motorama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.