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 France and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Funkadelic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Henry Cow,
Iggy Pop,
Adolescents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
K-Klass,
Magma,
ABBA,
Scott Walker,
Ice-T,
Gichy Dan,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Walker Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Black Flag,
DJ Sneak,
the Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gladiators,
Quantec,
Funkadelic,
Ornette Coleman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Byron Stingily,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick May,
The Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young,
Panda Bear,
Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Deepchord,
Bauhaus,
Whodini,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fluxion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blackbyrds,
Charles Mingus,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Machine,
Slave,
Moebius,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Christie,
The Motions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lyres,
Colin Newman,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agitation Free,
Tom Boy,
The Doors,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.