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 Chad and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Franke to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Marine Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Misunderstood,
DNA,
The Mojo Men,
The New Christs,
Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
Black Sheep,
Gong,
Scrapy,
This Heat,
The Skatalites,
The Five Americans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dead Boys,
The Kinks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Panda Bear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Invisible,
Khruangbin,
Public Enemy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bauhaus,
Pierre Henry,
Rakim,
10cc,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Supertramp,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Circle Jerks,
Accadde A,
The Searchers,
The Index,
Arab on Radar,
OOIOO,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sugar Minott,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris & Cosey,
Malaria!,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Mills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ludus,
Albert Ayler,
The Cramps,
Steve Hackett,
Quando Quango,
the Bar-Kays,
Tears for Fears,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alice Coltrane,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.