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 Africa and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Chris & Cosey to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Zero Boys,
Pantytec,
Sparks,
Minnie Riperton,
Television,
Tears for Fears,
Joyce Sims,
Wally Richardson,
Lower 48,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang of Four,
Symarip,
Essential Logic,
The Golliwogs,
Cameo,
Brass Construction,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Green,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry's Kids,
The Toasters,
Piero Umiliani,
Neu!,
Kenny Larkin,
Procol Harum,
Kurtis Blow,
Qualms,
Graham Central Station,
Brick,
The Velvet Underground,
Ludus,
Bobby Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
the Bar-Kays,
Sam Rivers,
Harry Pussy,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Sneak,
Deadbeat,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Foxx,
a-ha,
the Fania All-Stars,
JFA,
Chris & Cosey,
Scientists,
The Associates,
The Raincoats,
The Grass Roots,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
Bill Near,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxy Music,
Wolf Eyes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pierre Henry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxette,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.