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 Lithuania and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Massinfluence to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Hoover,
Iggy Pop,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kaleidoscope,
Aswad,
The Music Machine,
Josef K,
The Flesh Eaters,
K-Klass,
Lebanon Hanover,
Talk Talk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-102,
Main Source,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
The Walker Brothers,
Rapeman,
Goldenarms,
JFA,
Pantaleimon,
Model 500,
Hashim,
Joensuu 1685,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heaven 17,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echospace,
Avey Tare,
Fluxion,
Joy Division,
The Grass Roots,
Darondo,
Roxette,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Sneak,
Subhumans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young,
Juan Atkins,
Rotary Connection,
Royal Trux,
The Mojo Men,
The Birthday Party,
Delta 5,
David Axelrod,
Panda Bear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quando Quango,
Scratch Acid,
Slick Rick,
ABBA,
Pole,
Gang of Four,
Interpol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.