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 Nauru and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Pylon to the crunk 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
JFA,
The Knickerbockers,
Carl Craig,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
The Associates,
X-102,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lyres,
Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fluxion,
Sam Rivers,
Danielle Patucci,
Harpers Bizarre,
The New Christs,
Television,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
kango's stein massive,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marvin Gaye,
Schoolly D,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Almond,
Henry Cow,
Minor Threat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
10cc,
Man Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Pet Shop Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Cheater Slicks,
Au Pairs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Pus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slave,
Erykah Badu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Ponytail,
The Raincoats,
Ludus,
Trumans Water,
Kurtis Blow,
Masters at Work,
Gang Green,
The Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dead C,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.