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 Japan and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang Starr to the crunk 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
PIL,
Skriet,
The Leaves,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slave,
Cameo,
L. Decosne,
Scion,
Bobby Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
Vainqueur,
Rites of Spring,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lakeside,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Hood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sister Nancy,
Black Flag,
Camouflage,
Morten Harket,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sparks,
Connie Case,
Kerrie Biddell,
Y Pants,
The Happenings,
The Slackers,
Excepter,
Deakin,
Carl Craig,
The Smiths,
Inner City,
Terry Callier,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jandek,
Bob Dylan,
The Move,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Mills,
Lucky Dragons,
Susan Cadogan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Juan Atkins,
the Germs,
Bad Manners,
The Moody Blues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABBA,
Severed Heads,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Aloha Tigers,
Dawn Penn,
Warsaw,
Moss Icon,
Piero Umiliani,
Nils Olav,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.