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 Niger and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Judy Mowatt to the funk 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Supertramp,
Letta Mbulu,
Byron Stingily,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liliput,
Joensuu 1685,
Q and Not U,
The Kinks,
EPMD,
Moebius,
The Selecter,
Maurizio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kurtis Blow,
Zapp,
Sam Rivers,
June of 44,
Surgeon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deepchord,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gladiators,
Angry Samoans,
Zero Boys,
The Five Americans,
Can,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Terry,
Urselle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
Soul Sonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
Drexciya,
48th St. Collective,
Half Japanese,
Babytalk,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-102,
Lindisfarne,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warsaw,
Black Bananas,
Donald Byrd,
Outsiders,
Qualms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gories,
Fugazi,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Music Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Von Mondo,
The Saints,
The Golliwogs,
The Young Rascals,
Roxette,
Hot Snakes,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.