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 Vanuatu and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Max Romeo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joensuu 1685,
Dawn Penn,
The Litter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Womack,
U.S. Maple,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lindisfarne,
Chris Corsano,
Anthony Braxton,
Pierre Henry,
Crash Course in Science,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liliput,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gories,
Suicide,
Fatback Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Letta Mbulu,
a-ha,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Silicon Teens,
Donald Byrd,
Y Pants,
Eden Ahbez,
Popol Vuh,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bizarre Inc.,
R.M.O.,
Bauhaus,
UT,
Stetsasonic,
In Retrospect,
Wally Richardson,
Youth Brigade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hoover,
Yazoo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalann,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stereo Dub,
Darondo,
Talk Talk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bad Manners,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.