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 Marshall Islands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lower 48 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Janne Schatter,
Sugar Minott,
Ronan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
Brand Nubian,
The J.B.'s,
Accadde A,
Lyres,
Howard Jones,
Tom Boy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
The Kinks,
Joyce Sims,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kayak,
Andrew Hill,
EPMD,
The Cowsills,
Ponytail,
Duran Duran,
Tommy Roe,
Junior Murvin,
Depeche Mode,
Freddie Wadling,
New Order,
Bill Near,
The Moody Blues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Searchers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minutemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Durutti Column,
KRS-One,
The Happenings,
Whodini,
Youth Brigade,
Bauhaus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dave Clark Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Gabor Szabo,
Can,
Desert Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Skaos,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mad Mike,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.