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 Colombia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Aswad to the techno 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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Alphaville,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantytec,
Rapeman,
Marmalade,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Certain Ratio,
Goldenarms,
Liliput,
Can,
Adolescents,
Scrapy,
Agent Orange,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bluetip,
Barrington Levy,
Easy Going,
The Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Axelrod,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young,
Negative Approach,
Tomorrow,
Technova,
Brothers Johnson,
Blancmange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Byron Stingily,
Panda Bear,
The Dead C,
Glenn Branca,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gories,
June Days,
Scion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ken Boothe,
In Retrospect,
The Stooges,
One Last Wish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Newcleus,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Green,
Johnny Clarke,
Yellowson,
Warsaw,
John Lydon,
The Smiths,
the Slits,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.