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 Russia and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Harry Pussy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Funky Four + One,
Albert Ayler,
Kaleidoscope,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eddi Front,
Theoretical Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ponytail,
Pantaleimon,
The United States of America,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sixth Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
a-ha,
Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blancmange,
Barbara Tucker,
Agitation Free,
cv313,
Cluster,
Rotary Connection,
Quando Quango,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Almond,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DNA,
Bootsy Collins,
Skarface,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Depeche Mode,
Liliput,
Newcleus,
Alton Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
The Music Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Christie,
Excepter,
Dennis Brown,
The Blackbyrds,
Fad Gadget,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
F. McDonald,
Groovy Waters,
Eden Ahbez,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Residents,
The Gun Club,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brick,
Brass Construction,
Black Sheep,
Bill Wells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.