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 Fiji and from London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Johnny Clarke to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Oblivians,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Royal Trux,
Vainqueur,
Hasil Adkins,
The Neon Judgement,
The Stooges,
CMW,
Unrelated Segments,
Sandy B,
Dual Sessions,
The Standells,
Susan Cadogan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Siglo XX,
Pere Ubu,
Livin' Joy,
Maurizio,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hoover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül,
Fad Gadget,
The Zeros,
Stiv Bators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boredoms,
Lungfish,
Y Pants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sparks,
ABC,
The Residents,
Essential Logic,
The Associates,
Von Mondo,
Lalann,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantaleimon,
Lucky Dragons,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Searchers,
Los Fastidios,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
Urselle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Japan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alison Limerick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.