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 Mali and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Laurel Aitken to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Buzzcocks,
Brand Nubian,
Technova,
Pantytec,
Excepter,
the Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deadbeat,
Make Up,
Faraquet,
Radiohead,
ABBA,
The Young Rascals,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Symarip,
DJ Sneak,
Audionom,
The Invisible,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Colin Newman,
Tubeway Army,
Pussy Galore,
Silicon Teens,
Sandy B,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ice-T,
Y Pants,
Brick,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drive Like Jehu,
Los Fastidios,
Qualms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Animal Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris & Cosey,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Motions,
Hashim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Junior Murvin,
Barbara Tucker,
Rod Modell,
The Mummies,
Marine Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Franke,
The Mojo Men,
Second Layer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Porter Ricks,
X-101,
Wally Richardson,
Bluetip,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.