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 Georgia and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Unrelated Segments to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Monochrome Set,
Scion,
The Martian,
The Mummies,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siglo XX,
The Names,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Hill,
Marmalade,
The Vogues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ossler,
Fad Gadget,
10cc,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yusef Lateef,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
EPMD,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Mills,
Au Pairs,
The Knickerbockers,
MDC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sam Rivers,
The Dead C,
Black Moon,
Rod Modell,
Essential Logic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül II,
These Immortal Souls,
Sixth Finger,
Boredoms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pulsallama,
Kenny Larkin,
Guru Guru,
Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
Wasted Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Infiniti,
Newcleus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Motions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Halsall,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Lynne,
48th St. Collective,
Gang of Four,
Liliput,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.