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 Ivory Coast and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roy Ayers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skriet,
Byron Stingily,
Tubeway Army,
Sister Nancy,
Kerri Chandler,
Procol Harum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
Ludus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television,
Ronnie Foster,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Los Fastidios,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
Rufus Thomas,
Brand Nubian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Remains,
Camouflage,
Excepter,
The Sound,
Liliput,
The Modern Lovers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smiths,
Angry Samoans,
Sixth Finger,
Zero Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Little Man,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Japan,
Eric Dolphy,
Lower 48,
Audionom,
FM Einheit,
Unwound,
Ten City,
Shoche,
Gong,
The Zeros,
Suburban Knight,
The Monks,
Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Pus,
Interpol,
Junior Murvin,
The Selecter,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.