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 Nauru and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 The Gap Band to the rock 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Japan,
Wings,
Slave,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang of Four,
Flipper,
Kerri Chandler,
Anthony Braxton,
The Remains,
Sex Pistols,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Cale,
EPMD,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Peter & Gordon,
Darondo,
Fela Kuti,
Reuben Wilson,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Hashim,
KRS-One,
The Residents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
the Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Guru Guru,
Procol Harum,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magazine,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barry Ungar,
Eddi Front,
Half Japanese,
Royal Trux,
Donny Hathaway,
Funky Four + One,
Crash Course in Science,
Cheater Slicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABC,
Iggy Pop,
The Litter,
Blossom Toes,
Gichy Dan,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Lynne,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.