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 Togo and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 The Motions to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gichy Dan,
Supertramp,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Order,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Motions,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
Make Up,
X-101,
Suicide,
Laurel Aitken,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dawn Penn,
Drexciya,
Procol Harum,
The Martian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Intrusion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Infiniti,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Trojans,
Pussy Galore,
Fad Gadget,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick May,
the Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Sam Rivers,
Yellowson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pylon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liliput,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donald Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Walker Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Enemy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monks,
Sun Ra,
Camouflage,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed,
Ludus,
Heaven 17,
ABBA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.