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 Mali and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 The Remains to the grunge 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Nils Olav,
Dark Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Amon Düül,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Trumans Water,
KRS-One,
Dead Boys,
Al Stewart,
Gong,
Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
Goldenarms,
Camberwell Now,
Technova,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
L. Decosne,
The Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
Main Source,
Bluetip,
Smog,
The Young Rascals,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Normal,
Intrusion,
Hasil Adkins,
CMW,
Jawbox,
Spoonie Gee,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sound Behaviour,
Livin' Joy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monks,
Second Layer,
Kerrie Biddell,
Khruangbin,
Alice Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
Mars,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Leonard Cohen,
Pagans,
Niagra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ponytail,
Easy Going,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Underground Resistance,
K-Klass,
X-101,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flash Fearless,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.