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 Tajikistan and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Severed Heads to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Enemy,
Stereo Dub,
Massinfluence,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ludus,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Godley & Creme,
Spoonie Gee,
Steve Hackett,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Parrish,
The Litter,
Main Source,
Kerri Chandler,
John Lydon,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Index,
Crooked Eye,
Ten City,
Chrome,
X-102,
Freddie Wadling,
Lakeside,
Duran Duran,
The Trojans,
Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agitation Free,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Near,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crime,
The Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
Gang Starr,
The Slits,
Rod Modell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacob Miller,
Lower 48,
Glenn Branca,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantytec,
Joyce Sims,
Drexciya,
Ash Ra Tempel,
One Last Wish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heaven 17,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.