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 Moldova and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Ludus to the disco 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul Sonic Force,
10cc,
LL Cool J,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kayak,
UT,
Depeche Mode,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
Organ,
The Mummies,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerri Chandler,
OOIOO,
Marine Girls,
X-101,
Sandy B,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sixth Finger,
Visage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Near,
Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
Suburban Knight,
Boredoms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erasure,
The Tremeloes,
Kerrie Biddell,
D'Angelo,
Moebius,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delta 5,
Derrick Morgan,
Ice-T,
Roxy Music,
Franke,
Make Up,
Scientists,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Invisible,
Slick Rick,
Grey Daturas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tears for Fears,
Camouflage,
Stiv Bators,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.