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 Sudan and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ice-T to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All X-102 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Wake,
The Selecter,
Bill Wells,
Agent Orange,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Durutti Column,
Main Source,
The Cure,
Anakelly,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABBA,
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Sherman,
CMW,
Neu!,
The Moleskins,
Babytalk,
Organ,
Hot Snakes,
Nas,
Maleditus Sound,
Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalann,
Kas Product,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Near,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drexciya,
Pulsallama,
Urselle,
Fat Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Starr,
Popol Vuh,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pylon,
Country Teasers,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Bourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Offenders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young,
The Black Dice,
Public Enemy,
Ornette Coleman,
Dorothy Ashby,
B.T. Express,
Josef K,
the Swans,
Yazoo,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doors,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.