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 Bolivia and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dennis Brown to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Grass Roots,
Bluetip,
Skriet,
Trumans Water,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra,
Bush Tetras,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Patti Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Enemy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Stooges,
Swans,
Zapp,
Model 500,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blues Magoos,
Erykah Badu,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moleskins,
The Pop Group,
John Lydon,
New Order,
Moebius,
Los Fastidios,
Livin' Joy,
The Knickerbockers,
Motorama,
the Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
Scratch Acid,
Funkadelic,
F. McDonald,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Japan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
The Gun Club,
Aswad,
Royal Trux,
Kaleidoscope,
Donny Hathaway,
The Litter,
ABBA,
Icehouse,
The Victims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Al Stewart,
The Angels of Light,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.