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 Finland and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marcia Griffiths 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Swell Maps,
The Seeds,
DNA,
Skarface,
Harry Pussy,
Dual Sessions,
Public Enemy,
Fugazi,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grauzone,
Sound Behaviour,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lakeside,
A Certain Ratio,
The Angels of Light,
Black Sheep,
Moebius,
Mars,
The Index,
Idris Muhammad,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Teasers,
Steve Hackett,
Arab on Radar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fluxion,
Sight & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Association,
Junior Murvin,
The Trojans,
One Last Wish,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gladiators,
The Saints,
The Dead C,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kenny Larkin,
Royal Trux,
Slick Rick,
The Star Department,
AZ,
Television Personalities,
K-Klass,
Don Cherry,
UT,
Simply Red,
Davy DMX,
Scratch Acid,
Funky Four + One,
The Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warsaw,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.