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 Singapore and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
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 güiro 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 Black Sheep to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
CMW,
Amazonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry's Kids,
Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
Colin Newman,
Tres Demented,
Bill Near,
Radiohead,
Soulsonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monochrome Set,
the Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eli Mardock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül,
The Leaves,
Masters at Work,
La Düsseldorf,
Charles Mingus,
Marmalade,
Delta 5,
Main Source,
John Holt,
Idris Muhammad,
Scan 7,
Brick,
the Swans,
The Slits,
John Cale,
Goldenarms,
Hashim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heaven 17,
John Foxx,
Peter and Kerry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flash Fearless,
Fad Gadget,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Archie Shepp,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Kinks,
Toni Rubio,
PIL,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alton Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faust,
Joyce Sims,
Depeche Mode,
Warsaw,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Clarke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultravox,
The Evens,
Sam Rivers,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.