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 Taiwan and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mighty Diamonds to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Eurythmics,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultra Naté,
Judy Mowatt,
Sällskapet,
Unwound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sixth Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Kayak,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Fela Kuti,
48th St. Collective,
Audionom,
The Fuzztones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Howard Jones,
The Count Five,
Mad Mike,
Interpol,
The Gun Club,
Bush Tetras,
The Evens,
Visage,
Mark Hollis,
Barrington Levy,
Delta 5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Ludus,
Minny Pops,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ituana,
Mantronix,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Hill,
The Standells,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Image Ltd.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Vogues,
Guru Guru,
X-102,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Green,
In Retrospect,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Sneak,
Dawn Penn,
Brick,
Masters at Work,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.