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 Somalia and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Talk Talk to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Adolescents,
The Divine Comedy,
JFA,
Roy Ayers,
Kerri Chandler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Residents,
The Move,
Ken Boothe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Youth Brigade,
John Holt,
La Düsseldorf,
Surgeon,
Ultra Naté,
Outsiders,
Mission of Burma,
Saccharine Trust,
Altered Images,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gun Club,
Todd Terry,
Desert Stars,
Groovy Waters,
ABBA,
DNA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Starr,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultravox,
Peter and Kerry,
The Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Scion,
Gang Gang Dance,
H. Thieme,
Suburban Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Chris & Cosey,
Hot Snakes,
Moby Grape,
Quantec,
The Modern Lovers,
Alison Limerick,
Roxy Music,
Minnie Riperton,
John Lydon,
The Count Five,
the Germs,
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barrington Levy,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Khruangbin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.