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 Bangladesh and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barbara Tucker to the dance 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
The Star Department,
The Beau Brummels,
Moebius,
These Immortal Souls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brand Nubian,
Tears for Fears,
Niagra,
Sun Ra,
The Music Machine,
Ultravox,
Adolescents,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
The Index,
Young Marble Giants,
Index,
Joyce Sims,
The Modern Lovers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Moon,
X-102,
CMW,
Bluetip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Style,
B.T. Express,
Desert Stars,
Black Pus,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masters at Work,
The Barracudas,
Television Personalities,
Make Up,
Barrington Levy,
The Gap Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Raincoats,
Derrick May,
Television,
The Slackers,
Section 25,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Main Source,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.