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 Zimbabwe and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Michelle Simonal to the crunk 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Severed Heads,
Aswad,
Pantytec,
Connie Case,
The Moody Blues,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Near,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
The Golliwogs,
The Busters,
Black Pus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Steve Hackett,
Agent Orange,
Black Sheep,
Black Flag,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Slits,
Pere Ubu,
D'Angelo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quantec,
Chris Corsano,
Frankie Knuckles,
Al Stewart,
Moebius,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Junior Murvin,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Terry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slits,
Pylon,
Half Japanese,
Sugar Minott,
Charles Mingus,
Cluster,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echospace,
The Invisible,
Funky Four + One,
48th St. Collective,
The Evens,
Faraquet,
Nick Fraelich,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Motorama,
Sarah Menescal,
Grey Daturas,
Arab on Radar,
Saccharine Trust,
Crash Course in Science,
Franke,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.