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 Seychelles and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Kinks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Leaves,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flipper,
Agitation Free,
Eden Ahbez,
Gabor Szabo,
Scion,
The Selecter,
Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
Darondo,
The Tremeloes,
Quadrant,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare,
Khruangbin,
Das Ding,
Dark Day,
H. Thieme,
Con Funk Shun,
Y Pants,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Motions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Nirvana,
Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joey Negro,
Fluxion,
Bush Tetras,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Porter Ricks,
Roger Hodgson,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül,
Curtis Mayfield,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick Morgan,
the Germs,
Model 500,
Kaleidoscope,
Basic Channel,
Stetsasonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Green,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.