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 Eritrea and from New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Cybotron to the rock 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Remains,
Barry Ungar,
John Cale,
Robert Görl,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rites of Spring,
EPMD,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacques Brel,
Cluster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anakelly,
8 Eyed Spy,
Guru Guru,
Freddie Wadling,
Section 25,
Joe Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alphaville,
Soft Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Can,
Dual Sessions,
Don Cherry,
Idris Muhammad,
The Five Americans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Buckinghams,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grey Daturas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pulsallama,
The Slits,
The Red Krayola,
The Happenings,
Heaven 17,
The Dead C,
The Raincoats,
Grauzone,
Reuben Wilson,
La Düsseldorf,
Agent Orange,
Sparks,
The Mummies,
Wasted Youth,
E-Dancer,
Fad Gadget,
John Holt,
Severed Heads,
Mad Mike,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Parry Music,
Quando Quango,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.