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 Burkina and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 The Blues Magoos to the crunk 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 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 Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Oneida,
Ituana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultravox,
Idris Muhammad,
Heaven 17,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
The Vogues,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker,
the Human League,
Masters at Work,
Bush Tetras,
Boredoms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
U.S. Maple,
Simply Red,
Spoonie Gee,
Don Cherry,
K-Klass,
Junior Murvin,
Depeche Mode,
Nik Kershaw,
Intrusion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joy Division,
Peter & Gordon,
Marmalade,
Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy Collins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Loose Ends,
The Techniques,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Mills,
Harmonia,
New Age Steppers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Popol Vuh,
Vladislav Delay,
Shuggie Otis,
The Saints,
D'Angelo,
David Axelrod,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Ohio Players,
Fad Gadget,
Supertramp,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bronski Beat,
The Buckinghams,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.