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 Norway and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Absolute Body Control to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Pet Shop Boys,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Brothers Johnson,
Reagan Youth,
cv313,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rosa Yemen,
Dual Sessions,
The Real Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Charles Mingus,
Junior Murvin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
R.M.O.,
the Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Kerri Chandler,
T. Rex,
The Pretty Things,
Ken Boothe,
Camberwell Now,
Cal Tjader,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sam Rivers,
Sun City Girls,
the Germs,
Janne Schatter,
The Motions,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed,
Nas,
The Blackbyrds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Angels of Light,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Green,
Josef K,
Sound Behaviour,
Thompson Twins,
Scion,
James White and The Blacks,
The Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Agitation Free,
Organ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faust,
The Durutti Column,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mandrill,
Easy Going,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.