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 Italy and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Ronan to the funk 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Ronan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
One Last Wish,
Deadbeat,
The Martian,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultra Naté,
Section 25,
Joey Negro,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q and Not U,
Public Enemy,
Deakin,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra,
Animal Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
Sugar Minott,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warsaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Don Cherry,
Derrick Morgan,
Sam Rivers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skriet,
Maurizio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hashim,
Donald Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonic Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Patti Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Mantronix,
The Index,
Nirvana,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masters at Work,
Brass Construction,
Mo-Dettes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tom Boy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül,
Ohio Players,
JFA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Neon Judgement,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.