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 Uzbekistan and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Fela Kuti to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Mark Hollis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
The Stooges,
Maurizio,
Nick Fraelich,
Ken Boothe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Second Layer,
X-Ray Spex,
Zapp,
The Happenings,
Neil Young,
Scratch Acid,
Pulsallama,
The New Christs,
Wasted Youth,
Symarip,
Rakim,
Delta 5,
Junior Murvin,
U.S. Maple,
Roxette,
Brick,
Marc Almond,
Public Image Ltd.,
Q and Not U,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cecil Taylor,
The Wake,
Ornette Coleman,
The Music Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Terry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Essential Logic,
Minutemen,
Fluxion,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fortunes,
Eddi Front,
Chris & Cosey,
Infiniti,
MC5,
The Barracudas,
Joy Division,
Arcadia,
China Crisis,
Ronan,
CMW,
Siglo XX,
Fad Gadget,
The Beau Brummels,
Icehouse,
John Lydon,
Quadrant,
T. Rex,
Slick Rick,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.