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 Georgia and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 The Moody Blues to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Moon,
John Foxx,
The Cramps,
Gang Starr,
The Sonics,
OOIOO,
Groovy Waters,
Harry Pussy,
The Fugs,
Yaz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Simply Red,
Royal Trux,
Chris Corsano,
Judy Mowatt,
a-ha,
Section 25,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drexciya,
the Germs,
Niagra,
The Angels of Light,
Theoretical Girls,
Dead Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Japan,
Pagans,
Peter and Kerry,
Whodini,
H. Thieme,
Talk Talk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oblivians,
Shoche,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
World's Most,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ituana,
Yellowson,
X-Ray Spex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Copeland,
Lakeside,
Marine Girls,
The Wake,
Rekid,
Subhumans,
Sister Nancy,
Masters at Work,
The Smoke,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fall,
Neu!,
The Mojo Men,
Heaven 17,
Brothers Johnson,
Inner City,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.