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 Poland and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Donald Fagen 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Angry Samoans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick May,
Y Pants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wasted Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Sheep,
the Sonics,
The Cowsills,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Terry,
The Stooges,
Boz Scaggs,
the Bar-Kays,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joy Division,
Second Layer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Certain Ratio,
Tres Demented,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
In Retrospect,
ABC,
One Last Wish,
Lakeside,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slave,
CMW,
Soft Machine,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Schoolly D,
Negative Approach,
Hot Snakes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Rundgren,
KRS-One,
Inner City,
Mad Mike,
Bill Near,
Bill Wells,
Altered Images,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalann,
Country Teasers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The United States of America,
The Leaves,
John Lydon,
Dawn Penn,
Curtis Mayfield,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.