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 Manchester.
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 Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Guru Guru to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Matthew Halsall,
Maurizio,
OOIOO,
Kayak,
Ornette Coleman,
Connie Case,
Michelle Simonal,
Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aswad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blake Baxter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Babytalk,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Womack,
D'Angelo,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Icehouse,
Heaven 17,
The Litter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare,
The Smoke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Loose Ends,
Easy Going,
the Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nils Olav,
Au Pairs,
A Certain Ratio,
John Foxx,
Aaron Thompson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The New Christs,
Colin Newman,
Chrome,
Duran Duran,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Human League,
Monolake,
Neil Young,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Hood,
Liliput,
Stetsasonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ohio Players,
KRS-One,
Sex Pistols,
UT,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.