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 the UAE and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the techno 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Saints,
Magazine,
The Raincoats,
James White and The Blacks,
Youth Brigade,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Starr,
Pere Ubu,
The Five Americans,
Yazoo,
Oneida,
Erykah Badu,
U.S. Maple,
Pierre Henry,
The Neon Judgement,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Bowie,
The Flesh Eaters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Graham Central Station,
Aloha Tigers,
Tears for Fears,
The Modern Lovers,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joey Negro,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Foxx,
Fela Kuti,
Arthur Verocai,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantytec,
The Stooges,
Animal Collective,
Bob Dylan,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deepchord,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vainqueur,
T.S.O.L.,
The Selecter,
Zero Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grauzone,
X-102,
Marcia Griffiths,
T. Rex,
Hardrive,
the Association,
Icehouse,
PIL,
Peter & Gordon,
Scrapy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Copeland,
The Toasters,
Stereo Dub,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.