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 Iceland 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
MDC,
Terry Callier,
Ice-T,
Sex Pistols,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
FM Einheit,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Remains,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacques Brel,
Althea and Donna,
Blossom Toes,
Brick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minnie Riperton,
Minutemen,
Robert Görl,
John Lydon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tubeway Army,
K-Klass,
The Smoke,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Residents,
Faust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pretty Things,
Graham Central Station,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
Anthony Braxton,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABBA,
Sparks,
Masters at Work,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-Ray Spex,
Nas,
Audionom,
Roger Hodgson,
The Count Five,
Interpol,
Gichy Dan,
Lower 48,
Suburban Knight,
Oblivians,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wings,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.