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 Gabon and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Heaven 17 to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Faraquet,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Count Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronnie Foster,
The Evens,
Joensuu 1685,
Altered Images,
the Slits,
Eddi Front,
Monolake,
Boogie Down Productions,
CMW,
Pere Ubu,
The Birthday Party,
Colin Newman,
Procol Harum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cybotron,
F. McDonald,
The Standells,
Darondo,
Sun Ra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacques Brel,
Supertramp,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Hill,
Josef K,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Womack,
Fat Boys,
Nico,
Nas,
Vladislav Delay,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skaos,
Arab on Radar,
David McCallum,
Terry Callier,
Soft Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
UT,
Delta 5,
Accadde A,
Radiohead,
Spoonie Gee,
Jandek,
Desert Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
Aaron Thompson,
Brothers Johnson,
Althea and Donna,
Skriet,
Intrusion,
Wire,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABBA,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.