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 South Sudan and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lucky Dragons to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Minnie Riperton,
Q65,
AZ,
Anakelly,
Flipper,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra,
Hardrive,
Godley & Creme,
Main Source,
Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
Radiohead,
Tomorrow,
Fear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yaz,
Girls At Our Best!,
PIL,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry's Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kaleidoscope,
Q and Not U,
Rakim,
Monolake,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Busters,
Brick,
Ice-T,
Jandek,
Derrick May,
Alison Limerick,
Urselle,
kango's stein massive,
John Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erasure,
Bill Near,
Maurizio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neu!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pagans,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
FM Einheit,
Black Flag,
Scrapy,
X-Ray Spex,
Spandau Ballet,
Lightning Bolt,
Gong,
Judy Mowatt,
The Barracudas,
Swans,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.