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 Turkmenistan and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Aural Exciters to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Spoonie Gee,
Scientists,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Hill,
Mr. Review,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Susan Cadogan,
Flash Fearless,
Erasure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Human League,
JFA,
Amazonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Stetsasonic,
Eli Mardock,
Joy Division,
Lakeside,
Absolute Body Control,
Mars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Raincoats,
The Searchers,
the Bar-Kays,
Danielle Patucci,
Average White Band,
Slave,
Symarip,
Animal Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
Parry Music,
Pere Ubu,
Agitation Free,
Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare,
Tomorrow,
Visage,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
Terry Callier,
Nik Kershaw,
Godley & Creme,
Janne Schatter,
Excepter,
The Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
Rapeman,
T. Rex,
the Sonics,
Echospace,
the Human League,
Aural Exciters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moody Blues,
Chrome,
Monolake,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.