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 Marshall Islands and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 Von Mondo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stiv Bators,
Cameo,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick May,
Andrew Hill,
Kas Product,
The Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
The Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Dave Gahan,
Joensuu 1685,
In Retrospect,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy Collins,
Patti Smith,
Mars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stetsasonic,
B.T. Express,
John Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Ronnie Foster,
Harmonia,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sarah Menescal,
Simply Red,
Minnie Riperton,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reagan Youth,
Sällskapet,
Das Ding,
Country Teasers,
Moebius,
the Normal,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slits,
Flipper,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Monochrome Set,
Excepter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Michelle Simonal,
Crime,
Ossler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
The Kinks,
Crooked Eye,
Rufus Thomas,
The Modern Lovers,
LL Cool J,
Hardrive,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.