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 Eritrea and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Qualms 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Accadde A,
Pussy Galore,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Slave,
Todd Rundgren,
Max Romeo,
Buzzcocks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Motions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ponytail,
Loose Ends,
The Happenings,
Panda Bear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Henry Cow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter and Kerry,
The New Christs,
Joey Negro,
Arcadia,
kango's stein massive,
Chris Corsano,
Ronan,
Blossom Toes,
The J.B.'s,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moby Grape,
LL Cool J,
Intrusion,
Al Stewart,
AZ,
John Holt,
The Smoke,
X-102,
Alton Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
The Skatalites,
Whodini,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swans,
The Leaves,
Underground Resistance,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Remains,
The American Breed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Foxx,
Sister Nancy,
Bluetip,
The Stooges,
Rufus Thomas,
Angry Samoans,
Black Pus,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.