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 Denmark and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lou Reed 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the funk 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Franke,
Moebius,
Goldenarms,
Infiniti,
The Five Americans,
10cc,
Max Romeo,
Todd Rundgren,
Minnie Riperton,
Blake Baxter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerri Chandler,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül II,
PIL,
John Lydon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
Grauzone,
Anakelly,
The Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moleskins,
Babytalk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Severed Heads,
Neu!,
The Associates,
Tears for Fears,
Sugar Minott,
Soul II Soul,
The Birthday Party,
Henry Cow,
Sandy B,
Liliput,
Dual Sessions,
Suicide,
Magazine,
Al Stewart,
Bang On A Can,
Hashim,
Parry Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Traffic Nightmare,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Busters,
Chrome,
Arab on Radar,
Black Moon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Standells,
Minutemen,
Ituana,
David McCallum,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Index,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.