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 Ireland 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Moleskins to the electroclash 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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tres Demented,
Pussy Galore,
Yaz,
Tim Buckley,
Blancmange,
Bob Dylan,
Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Banda Bassotti,
Groovy Waters,
Deadbeat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonic Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
Byron Stingily,
K-Klass,
Cymande,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Hood,
The Selecter,
Patti Smith,
Eddi Front,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sonics,
Ludus,
Mars,
Minny Pops,
Bill Wells,
Rekid,
The Smoke,
These Immortal Souls,
John Foxx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Con Funk Shun,
a-ha,
Donald Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Massinfluence,
the Normal,
Soul II Soul,
MDC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultravox,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.