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 Barbados and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ronnie Foster to the disco 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fire Engines,
Japan,
Interpol,
The Leaves,
The Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Ronan,
The Vogues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Golliwogs,
F. McDonald,
In Retrospect,
Morten Harket,
Moby Grape,
The Blackbyrds,
Wolf Eyes,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Young Rascals,
Darondo,
Swans,
Ponytail,
Matthew Bourne,
The Toasters,
The Count Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiohead,
Robert Wyatt,
Donald Byrd,
Urselle,
The Tremeloes,
Banda Bassotti,
Agent Orange,
Althea and Donna,
Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
T. Rex,
Howard Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Sheep,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Victims,
Arthur Verocai,
UT,
Dennis Brown,
Y Pants,
Reagan Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Michelle Simonal,
Fluxion,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.