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 Bahrain and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 The Martian to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Morten Harket,
The United States of America,
Dead Boys,
the Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
FM Einheit,
Arthur Verocai,
The Seeds,
Q65,
K-Klass,
The Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Rapeman,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Certain Ratio,
Agitation Free,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Animal Collective,
Marine Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Minor Threat,
LL Cool J,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Terry,
The Black Dice,
The Count Five,
EPMD,
Eurythmics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pulsallama,
Slick Rick,
Alton Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
The Fugs,
Scion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joy Division,
Scientists,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonic Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Hood,
Tears for Fears,
The Fall,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül,
Ossler,
Hot Snakes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxette,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Holt,
Pere Ubu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ralphi Rosario,
Desert Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Outsiders,
The New Christs,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.