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 Jamaica and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mojo Men to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Quantec,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Sneak,
Das Ding,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aswad,
The Moleskins,
Niagra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Supertramp,
The Music Machine,
Fear,
Blossom Toes,
One Last Wish,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fortunes,
Black Pus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donny Hathaway,
H. Thieme,
Youth Brigade,
Royal Trux,
The Gladiators,
Curtis Mayfield,
JFA,
John Holt,
The Victims,
Agent Orange,
Glenn Branca,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monochrome Set,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül II,
The Beau Brummels,
the Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shuggie Otis,
Boredoms,
Pagans,
In Retrospect,
Pere Ubu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eddi Front,
Hardrive,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Saints,
Magma,
Von Mondo,
The Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Isaac Hayes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sam Rivers,
Lungfish,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.