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 El Salvador and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Dennis Brown 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Foxx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronan,
Eurythmics,
Letta Mbulu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Christie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erasure,
Johnny Clarke,
Barry Ungar,
Rotary Connection,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Trumans Water,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Teasers,
Sound Behaviour,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thompson Twins,
Dawn Penn,
Scion,
Rakim,
JFA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fad Gadget,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Names,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Association,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter and Kerry,
cv313,
Public Enemy,
New York Dolls,
Agent Orange,
Fugazi,
Derrick May,
KRS-One,
Stereo Dub,
Brass Construction,
Delta 5,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slits,
X-102,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Womack,
Faust,
Model 500,
The Gladiators,
D'Angelo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Knickerbockers,
Swans,
Moby Grape,
The Cowsills,
Y Pants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.