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 Canada and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rock 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Womack,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skriet,
The Gladiators,
the Association,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smoke,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eli Mardock,
Marine Girls,
Fear,
The Monks,
Tears for Fears,
EPMD,
Unrelated Segments,
David Bowie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Davy DMX,
Cecil Taylor,
Motorama,
Joy Division,
Liliput,
Television,
Anthony Braxton,
Erykah Badu,
Tom Boy,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Count Five,
Angry Samoans,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Clarke,
AZ,
Rhythm & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Buckinghams,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick May,
Skarface,
CMW,
The Moody Blues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suburban Knight,
Inner City,
Sarah Menescal,
Colin Newman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül II,
U.S. Maple,
Toni Rubio,
The Fall,
Blancmange,
Ten City,
Minnie Riperton,
Outsiders,
Black Bananas,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.