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 Morocco and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Music Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wings,
Byron Stingily,
The Grass Roots,
Scratch Acid,
ABBA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barrington Levy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pylon,
Jerry's Kids,
Mark Hollis,
La Düsseldorf,
Flipper,
Arab on Radar,
Hoover,
Magma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lakeside,
R.M.O.,
Henry Cow,
Bauhaus,
Sixth Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Quantec,
Black Pus,
Robert Görl,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hasil Adkins,
Con Funk Shun,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pole,
Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Piero Umiliani,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ludus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
In Retrospect,
Gang of Four,
Minny Pops,
Absolute Body Control,
Kurtis Blow,
Connie Case,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slackers,
Ten City,
Minutemen,
Loose Ends,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.