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 Malawi and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 cv313 to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Anakelly,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sällskapet,
Rekid,
Easy Going,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Christie,
MDC,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flash Fearless,
Liliput,
The Happenings,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Green,
Main Source,
David Bowie,
Mars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Panda Bear,
Magma,
Mark Hollis,
Minnie Riperton,
Pet Shop Boys,
Don Cherry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Music Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
FM Einheit,
Fela Kuti,
The Count Five,
Procol Harum,
The Pretty Things,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cameo,
The Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
The J.B.'s,
Skriet,
Pantytec,
Black Moon,
Soul II Soul,
Siglo XX,
Susan Cadogan,
Maleditus Sound,
K-Klass,
Eddi Front,
Bob Dylan,
Quando Quango,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young,
The Black Dice,
Neu!,
Warren Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Connie Case,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.