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 Sweden and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Quadrant to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Moebius,
Roger Hodgson,
Sparks,
Man Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Hot Snakes,
Television Personalities,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doors,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
Parry Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-102,
Newcleus,
Section 25,
Bill Near,
Stetsasonic,
Yaz,
Todd Rundgren,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Bourne,
Brick,
Ossler,
Porter Ricks,
Flash Fearless,
The Trojans,
Supertramp,
The Five Americans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swans,
Black Sheep,
Lungfish,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Althea and Donna,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Grass Roots,
the Association,
Sister Nancy,
Nils Olav,
The Standells,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tom Boy,
Inner City,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Toni Rubio,
The Modern Lovers,
Liliput,
Ice-T,
Brass Construction,
Youth Brigade,
PIL,
Drive Like Jehu,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.