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 Djibouti and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Brass Construction to the grunge 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minnie Riperton,
Duran Duran,
Japan,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Divine Comedy,
FM Einheit,
Tommy Roe,
Boz Scaggs,
Gabor Szabo,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Black Dice,
The United States of America,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
10cc,
The Mojo Men,
Fugazi,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aural Exciters,
The Martian,
World's Most,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fall,
June of 44,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül,
A Certain Ratio,
Faust,
Cluster,
David Bowie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Index,
Panda Bear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Junior Murvin,
Dennis Brown,
Patti Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
Freddie Wadling,
Simply Red,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Foxx,
The Walker Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
Janne Schatter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stereo Dub,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alphaville,
Can,
Unwound,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.