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 Poland and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Scratch Acid to the techno 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick Morgan,
Anthony Braxton,
The Selecter,
Yaz,
Drexciya,
Faust,
David McCallum,
Zero Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Kaleidoscope,
The Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Susan Cadogan,
Heaven 17,
John Coltrane,
Connie Case,
Reagan Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Quadrant,
The Five Americans,
Toni Rubio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moebius,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boz Scaggs,
Brick,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül,
Ten City,
Lakeside,
Average White Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rufus Thomas,
The Music Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Green,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
KRS-One,
Godley & Creme,
Section 25,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skarface,
Terry Callier,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cymande,
Flash Fearless,
Second Layer,
Davy DMX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agent Orange,
The Raincoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.