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 Malawi and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crash Course in Science to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Newcleus,
Pagans,
The Invisible,
Barrington Levy,
Rosa Yemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Wyatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smiths,
Prince Buster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Altered Images,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Black Dice,
Moby Grape,
Pole,
Michelle Simonal,
Flash Fearless,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter & Gordon,
Marine Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Radio Birdman,
The Vogues,
Pussy Galore,
Chris Corsano,
Public Enemy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tears for Fears,
Essential Logic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Depeche Mode,
CMW,
Unrelated Segments,
Niagra,
U.S. Maple,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerrie Biddell,
LL Cool J,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
The Misunderstood,
New Order,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cluster,
Roy Ayers,
The Tremeloes,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick May,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Residents,
Glenn Branca,
Brick,
Jandek,
Von Mondo,
the Association,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.