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 Nicaragua and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tres Demented to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry's Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brick,
Crime,
Section 25,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Motions,
The Zeros,
Scion,
Pantytec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skriet,
June of 44,
Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Swans,
Amazonics,
The United States of America,
AZ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Model 500,
Hardrive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronan,
Matthew Bourne,
Mission of Burma,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barrington Levy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maurizio,
Fatback Band,
Zero Boys,
Easy Going,
Pussy Galore,
Essential Logic,
Niagra,
Leonard Cohen,
The Angels of Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fad Gadget,
Joey Negro,
PIL,
Joy Division,
John Foxx,
Deakin,
The Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sparks,
John Holt,
The Invisible,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Knickerbockers,
Moebius,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.