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 Guinea-Bissau and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Tremeloes to the punk 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Sparks,
Cal Tjader,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Neon Judgement,
Alison Limerick,
Eve St. Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
Smog,
Section 25,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hardrive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drive Like Jehu,
Urselle,
New Order,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
Fugazi,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fela Kuti,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
48th St. Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
The Misunderstood,
Radiohead,
Rites of Spring,
Can,
Prince Buster,
Yazoo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Busters,
Unwound,
Alton Ellis,
In Retrospect,
Quadrant,
The Saints,
Swell Maps,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Starr,
Wally Richardson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Hot Snakes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris Corsano,
Pole,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Flag,
The Grass Roots,
Liliput,
Sun City Girls,
a-ha,
X-102,
Wolf Eyes,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.