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 Norway and from Sao Paulo.
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 Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Lou Reed to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camberwell Now,
Youth Brigade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Supertramp,
Gong,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxette,
Essential Logic,
Lindisfarne,
Sällskapet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronan,
Michelle Simonal,
Stereo Dub,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
Mark Hollis,
Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
Lightning Bolt,
Magma,
Derrick Morgan,
Archie Shepp,
Basic Channel,
Trumans Water,
Sixth Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terrestrial Tones,
cv313,
Soulsonic Force,
Negative Approach,
Boredoms,
Livin' Joy,
Gichy Dan,
Charles Mingus,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Techniques,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris Corsano,
Arcadia,
Icehouse,
Jacques Brel,
Siglo XX,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lower 48,
Eli Mardock,
The Victims,
Gabor Szabo,
LL Cool J,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ice-T,
Kerri Chandler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.