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 Qatar and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Dead C to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Sherman,
Hardrive,
Nick Fraelich,
Eden Ahbez,
Scion,
Pantaleimon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stiv Bators,
The Busters,
Popol Vuh,
Nik Kershaw,
Loose Ends,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cymande,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alison Limerick,
Patti Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Carl Craig,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
Dark Day,
Alice Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
Con Funk Shun,
H. Thieme,
The Golliwogs,
The Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Wells,
Joe Finger,
Tres Demented,
Jandek,
Qualms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Raincoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
L. Decosne,
Audionom,
The Detroit Cobras,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blues Magoos,
Oneida,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Essential Logic,
Lucky Dragons,
the Bar-Kays,
Suburban Knight,
World's Most,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mantronix,
Janne Schatter,
New York Dolls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Make Up,
The Divine Comedy,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.