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 Tanzania and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Reagan Youth to the grime 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood 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?
Joyce Sims,
The Shadows of Knight,
Trumans Water,
The Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Nation of Ulysses,
KRS-One,
The Cowsills,
Sound Behaviour,
Ornette Coleman,
The Golliwogs,
Wolf Eyes,
The New Christs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Busters,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Cale,
Yellowson,
Sarah Menescal,
Bronski Beat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Wells,
Japan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Loose Ends,
X-Ray Spex,
Y Pants,
The Smoke,
Icehouse,
Gregory Isaacs,
Negative Approach,
48th St. Collective,
Barrington Levy,
Grauzone,
Duran Duran,
Visage,
The Cure,
Whodini,
The Dead C,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flash Fearless,
The Motions,
Clear Light,
The American Breed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Clarke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
John Holt,
World's Most,
Public Image Ltd.,
Adolescents,
Harry Pussy,
The Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonic Youth,
Minor Threat,
the Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.