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 Grenada and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Easy Going to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The Fugs,
Simply Red,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yellowson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mars,
Royal Trux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wings,
Surgeon,
Aswad,
Nas,
Nick Fraelich,
Make Up,
Marmalade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Au Pairs,
The Walker Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nils Olav,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
R.M.O.,
Fatback Band,
Althea and Donna,
Shuggie Otis,
Schoolly D,
K-Klass,
Yaz,
Bush Tetras,
the Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Mills,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slave,
Janne Schatter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Davy DMX,
The Pop Group,
Mantronix,
Gang Starr,
Ultra Naté,
Agitation Free,
Ornette Coleman,
48th St. Collective,
Nirvana,
Black Pus,
OOIOO,
Donny Hathaway,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Skriet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Raincoats,
Bluetip,
Visage,
Zapp,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Red Krayola,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.