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 United Kingdom and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Matthew Bourne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson 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?
Andrew Hill,
David Axelrod,
Danielle Patucci,
Trumans Water,
Bang On A Can,
Audionom,
Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
Kas Product,
Television,
Ultra Naté,
The Techniques,
Hardrive,
Pussy Galore,
Pylon,
Ten City,
In Retrospect,
Bauhaus,
The Names,
Roger Hodgson,
The Standells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arcadia,
The Searchers,
The Gladiators,
Judy Mowatt,
Maurizio,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gabor Szabo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tears for Fears,
Chris Corsano,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Almond,
Mark Hollis,
Newcleus,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Sheep,
Unwound,
Derrick Morgan,
Clear Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Crooked Eye,
The Black Dice,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tom Boy,
The Leaves,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Grass Roots,
Darondo,
Matthew Halsall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Womack,
Qualms,
Harry Pussy,
Piero Umiliani,
Depeche Mode,
The Fuzztones,
The Misunderstood,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.