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 Slovakia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Mary Jane Girls to the rap 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Halsall,
Lungfish,
Roger Hodgson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nik Kershaw,
Hoover,
Faust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Newcleus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kas Product,
Terrestrial Tones,
Josef K,
Animal Collective,
Negative Approach,
The Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
Roxy Music,
Oblivians,
L. Decosne,
Lalann,
Funky Four + One,
The Fuzztones,
The Human League,
Scratch Acid,
The Last Poets,
World's Most,
Barclay James Harvest,
Altered Images,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pulsallama,
Alton Ellis,
Moebius,
Eve St. Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yaz,
Nirvana,
The Standells,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang of Four,
Girls At Our Best!,
F. McDonald,
The Victims,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül II,
Deakin,
Warren Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Christie,
The Misunderstood,
Freddie Wadling,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doors,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mr. Review,
Donald Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pole,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.