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 El Salvador and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the electroclash 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Cecil Taylor,
Prince Buster,
The Busters,
Maleditus Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
Q and Not U,
Connie Case,
Whodini,
Skriet,
T. Rex,
Sex Pistols,
The Blues Magoos,
Susan Cadogan,
Y Pants,
Johnny Clarke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slick Rick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lakeside,
Chris Corsano,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers,
Black Sheep,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Zeros,
Skarface,
Adolescents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moebius,
Henry Cow,
Groovy Waters,
Scion,
Robert Görl,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiohead,
John Foxx,
The Residents,
Parry Music,
R.M.O.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reuben Wilson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mad Mike,
Gang Green,
Infiniti,
Zero Boys,
a-ha,
Sound Behaviour,
The Last Poets,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Golliwogs,
Theoretical Girls,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young,
Mission of Burma,
The Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock 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.