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 Sierra Leone 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scientists to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Lydon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aural Exciters,
The Gories,
The Moleskins,
Idris Muhammad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Second Layer,
This Heat,
Aloha Tigers,
Parry Music,
Barrington Levy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Leaves,
Susan Cadogan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonic Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Clarke,
The Walker Brothers,
Jawbox,
Joy Division,
Tubeway Army,
Bronski Beat,
Fatback Band,
The Victims,
June of 44,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doors,
Ultravox,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Bowie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dennis Brown,
The Searchers,
Tom Boy,
Rod Modell,
Accadde A,
Gabor Szabo,
Cameo,
Tres Demented,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eli Mardock,
JFA,
Buzzcocks,
John Coltrane,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mad Mike,
Oblivians,
Porter Ricks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jimmy McGriff,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.