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 Afghanistan and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Flipper to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. 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?
The Alarm Clocks,
Skarface,
Sonic Youth,
Animal Collective,
F. McDonald,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eurythmics,
The Last Poets,
Ultimate Spinach,
Byron Stingily,
Massinfluence,
Wings,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tom Boy,
Marmalade,
Brass Construction,
Section 25,
Colin Newman,
Dual Sessions,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
a-ha,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Raincoats,
Half Japanese,
Swell Maps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slackers,
Jawbox,
Sound Behaviour,
The Angels of Light,
X-101,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oneida,
Cameo,
Aswad,
Peter & Gordon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Zeros,
Dark Day,
U.S. Maple,
Carl Craig,
Darondo,
The Wake,
Slick Rick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Trumans Water,
Clear Light,
ABC,
Minutemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Buzzcocks,
Easy Going,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.