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 Malaysia and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Smiths to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gories,
KRS-One,
Flash Fearless,
Lower 48,
Wasted Youth,
the Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter and Kerry,
Steve Hackett,
Can,
The Fuzztones,
The Barracudas,
David McCallum,
Junior Murvin,
48th St. Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barbara Tucker,
Kenny Larkin,
Bluetip,
B.T. Express,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Divine Comedy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cure,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers,
Lalo Schifrin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-101,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MDC,
the Sonics,
World's Most,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Star Department,
The Beau Brummels,
Pulsallama,
Al Stewart,
Ludus,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oblivians,
Rakim,
Shoche,
Radio Birdman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mars,
D'Angelo,
Bill Wells,
Oneida,
Bill Near,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cheater Slicks,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.