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 Taiwan and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zapp to the electroclash 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Trumans Water,
The Invisible,
Yazoo,
Youth Brigade,
The Golliwogs,
Spandau Ballet,
Main Source,
Pagans,
OOIOO,
Matthew Halsall,
Ponytail,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül,
the Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Smog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angry Samoans,
Moby Grape,
Maurizio,
The Buckinghams,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Babytalk,
The Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
The Index,
R.M.O.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roger Hodgson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joyce Sims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Sneak,
David McCallum,
The Cowsills,
Reuben Wilson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gichy Dan,
Black Flag,
Yaz,
June Days,
Eve St. Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick May,
The Fortunes,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aural Exciters,
Toni Rubio,
Country Teasers,
This Heat,
Deepchord,
Das Ding,
Ronan,
Japan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber 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.