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 States and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minnie Riperton to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultra Naté,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cramps,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Womack,
Pantaleimon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lakeside,
Reuben Wilson,
Brass Construction,
LL Cool J,
Terry Callier,
Guru Guru,
Pierre Henry,
Black Pus,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Toasters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brand Nubian,
Los Fastidios,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amazonics,
The Happenings,
Warren Ellis,
FM Einheit,
Black Sheep,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
China Crisis,
The Slackers,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Foxx,
Minor Threat,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-102,
Sister Nancy,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra,
Howard Jones,
Marmalade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
PIL,
The Fugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Second Layer,
Dead Boys,
Deadbeat,
Skarface,
The Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Faust,
The Five Americans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.