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 Turkmenistan and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rap 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yusef Lateef,
The Residents,
T.S.O.L.,
Slick Rick,
Nas,
Minutemen,
Colin Newman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Teasers,
Lightning Bolt,
Sixth Finger,
John Coltrane,
Brick,
June of 44,
Boredoms,
Siglo XX,
The Searchers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
the Bar-Kays,
KRS-One,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funkadelic,
Robert Hood,
Roxy Music,
World's Most,
Mad Mike,
the Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
the Soft Cell,
Organ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
David McCallum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Clarke,
Urselle,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anakelly,
The Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Slits,
Livin' Joy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül II,
Shuggie Otis,
Niagra,
Kurtis Blow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.