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 Colombia and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tim Buckley 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Can,
Oblivians,
The American Breed,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gun Club,
the Normal,
the Association,
Minutemen,
Harry Pussy,
Max Romeo,
Lou Christie,
Maurizio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Near,
The Selecter,
Bob Dylan,
The Fuzztones,
Gang of Four,
Tom Boy,
Yazoo,
Nico,
Flipper,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David McCallum,
Dual Sessions,
The Velvet Underground,
The Modern Lovers,
Toni Rubio,
June Days,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Womack,
Amazonics,
Rotary Connection,
Mark Hollis,
John Holt,
The Five Americans,
Fela Kuti,
Sam Rivers,
Animal Collective,
Bad Manners,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Cale,
The Cure,
Franke,
In Retrospect,
Urselle,
Rosa Yemen,
Aswad,
Blancmange,
Mantronix,
Robert Hood,
Wasted Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lakeside,
Jimmy McGriff,
Isaac Hayes,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.