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 Angola and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Byrd to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Duran Duran,
Wasted Youth,
June Days,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rekid,
Yellowson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris Corsano,
The Walker Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers,
KRS-One,
Josef K,
Aswad,
Marvin Gaye,
Stetsasonic,
Yaz,
Jacob Miller,
Boredoms,
Black Pus,
Lalo Schifrin,
L. Decosne,
Vladislav Delay,
Tom Boy,
Vainqueur,
Masters at Work,
The Standells,
Schoolly D,
Reagan Youth,
Joy Division,
Panda Bear,
Fad Gadget,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Style,
Agent Orange,
Ossler,
Roxy Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Graham Central Station,
Yazoo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Clear Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dead C,
New York Dolls,
Anakelly,
China Crisis,
Howard Jones,
Section 25,
A Certain Ratio,
Throbbing Gristle,
World's Most,
Von Mondo,
Television Personalities,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Supertramp,
The Doors,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.