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 Antigua and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slackers to the grime 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Beau Brummels,
The Gun Club,
Eric Dolphy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television Personalities,
Lou Christie,
T.S.O.L.,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
World's Most,
Brass Construction,
CMW,
Piero Umiliani,
Das Ding,
Bob Dylan,
Intrusion,
Blake Baxter,
Deakin,
Skriet,
Index,
Severed Heads,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
Easy Going,
Quadrant,
Robert Wyatt,
John Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Hill,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kas Product,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Urselle,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gap Band,
Duran Duran,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barbara Tucker,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare,
This Heat,
Joyce Sims,
The Dave Clark Five,
H. Thieme,
Brick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magma,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alton Ellis,
JFA,
Anakelly,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Depeche Mode,
Michelle Simonal,
Althea and Donna,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Copeland,
Massinfluence,
Camouflage,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.