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 Papua New Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Marshall Jefferson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Pole,
Liliput,
Joensuu 1685,
The Index,
Danielle Patucci,
EPMD,
Tommy Roe,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Theoretical Girls,
Au Pairs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Banda Bassotti,
The Vogues,
Whodini,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Raincoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Stooges,
Index,
Fluxion,
The Fugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Visage,
Deepchord,
Talk Talk,
Harmonia,
Pylon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Massinfluence,
Black Pus,
Andrew Hill,
Japan,
Brand Nubian,
Fugazi,
Al Stewart,
Lakeside,
Mad Mike,
The Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
Faraquet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masters at Work,
The Monochrome Set,
Von Mondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter and Kerry,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.