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 Georgia and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jesper Dahlback to the funk 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Yazoo,
Morten Harket,
China Crisis,
Kaleidoscope,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Model 500,
Drexciya,
Byron Stingily,
Oneida,
Black Bananas,
Black Moon,
Infiniti,
the Human League,
Black Flag,
Crime,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Order,
The Last Poets,
Max Romeo,
Babytalk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brand Nubian,
Moby Grape,
Eddi Front,
Roger Hodgson,
Barrington Levy,
D'Angelo,
Donald Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suburban Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
The Evens,
Eve St. Jones,
Joyce Sims,
the Bar-Kays,
Blancmange,
Rufus Thomas,
Lyres,
Ronnie Foster,
Boz Scaggs,
10cc,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wasted Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Slits,
Half Japanese,
Radiohead,
Tom Boy,
cv313,
Blake Baxter,
Tubeway Army,
The Monochrome Set,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gong,
the Association,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.