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 Chad and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 The Moody Blues to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Moon,
Pere Ubu,
Yazoo,
Hardrive,
MDC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Rundgren,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sparks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Model 500,
Byron Stingily,
Alison Limerick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Order,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mars,
Dark Day,
Sister Nancy,
Con Funk Shun,
Yusef Lateef,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Faust,
Charles Mingus,
The Pretty Things,
Arcadia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Association,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Metal Thangz,
X-101,
Brass Construction,
The Dirtbombs,
Radio Birdman,
Eurythmics,
Grauzone,
Bobby Byrd,
Deepchord,
Hoover,
Howard Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
This Heat,
The Velvet Underground,
Yellowson,
Eli Mardock,
Lindisfarne,
Quadrant,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kas Product,
Surgeon,
Mark Hollis,
Ice-T,
Technova,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.