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 Rwanda and from London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the crunk 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Thompson Twins,
Rekid,
Joe Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Vogues,
Rites of Spring,
The Wake,
Unrelated Segments,
The Last Poets,
The Pop Group,
Rhythm & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Moon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Max Romeo,
Idris Muhammad,
Danielle Patucci,
Eddi Front,
The Misunderstood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Remains,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Victims,
Drexciya,
Echospace,
The Litter,
Inner City,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lyres,
The Selecter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Metal Thangz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Banda Bassotti,
Charles Mingus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moleskins,
World's Most,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Names,
Country Teasers,
Scrapy,
The Standells,
Ken Boothe,
The Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
Brick,
Wire,
PIL,
Jandek,
Youth Brigade,
Juan Atkins,
Connie Case,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neu!,
The Motions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Mills,
Audionom,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.