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 Uzbekistan and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Dorothy Ashby to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Sandy B,
Brothers Johnson,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Albert Ayler,
The Gladiators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sound Behaviour,
Television,
Nas,
David Bowie,
Niagra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harmonia,
Pole,
JFA,
Chris Corsano,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boredoms,
Can,
Deadbeat,
Scratch Acid,
Kevin Saunderson,
Excepter,
Rekid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hasil Adkins,
ABBA,
Bill Wells,
Model 500,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
Tubeway Army,
Amazonics,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Babytalk,
Heaven 17,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Desert Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eurythmics,
Moebius,
The Move,
The Motions,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantytec,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mojo Men,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Technova,
Quantec,
The Names,
Alphaville,
The Busters,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.