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 St Lucia and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Skaos to the rap 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Eden Ahbez,
Magma,
The Fortunes,
the Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marmalade,
The Five Americans,
Man Parrish,
Newcleus,
The J.B.'s,
Reagan Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Pulsallama,
UT,
Qualms,
The Litter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Das Ding,
Rosa Yemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barry Ungar,
Shuggie Otis,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Finger,
The Smoke,
Ornette Coleman,
Wally Richardson,
Hashim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Germs,
The Smiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cure,
The Count Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Al Stewart,
Negative Approach,
Connie Case,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABC,
Jawbox,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker,
Mary Jane Girls,
K-Klass,
Liliput,
Bob Dylan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Supertramp,
T. Rex,
the Human League,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.