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 Egypt and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June of 44,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delta 5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Inner City,
The American Breed,
Joey Negro,
Hasil Adkins,
Cymande,
Tom Boy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Machine,
X-101,
Brothers Johnson,
Howard Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Neu!,
Sugar Minott,
Monolake,
Mantronix,
Little Man,
Loose Ends,
Buzzcocks,
Trumans Water,
Lalann,
The Barracudas,
Prince Buster,
Sex Pistols,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
John Foxx,
The Monks,
Black Pus,
Cameo,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Flesh Eaters,
Groovy Waters,
The Gun Club,
Jacques Brel,
Deakin,
Pierre Henry,
Albert Ayler,
The Techniques,
The Slits,
Shoche,
The Pretty Things,
Aloha Tigers,
Average White Band,
Charles Mingus,
Make Up,
New York Dolls,
Fatback Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Au Pairs,
Iggy Pop,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.