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 Colombia and from Johannesburg.
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 Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 Erykah Badu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Japan,
The Slackers,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Style,
Suburban Knight,
The Gories,
Eric Copeland,
Swell Maps,
Ken Boothe,
Little Man,
In Retrospect,
EPMD,
David Bowie,
Spandau Ballet,
Lindisfarne,
Outsiders,
The Selecter,
Nico,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T. Rex,
Dave Gahan,
a-ha,
Panda Bear,
David Axelrod,
The Music Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
The Names,
Accadde A,
Moby Grape,
Monks,
Icehouse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brothers Johnson,
Angry Samoans,
Black Flag,
Bush Tetras,
Intrusion,
Audionom,
The Dead C,
Junior Murvin,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Fraelich,
Harry Pussy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sam Rivers,
Neu!,
Nils Olav,
Clear Light,
Johnny Clarke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
World's Most,
Gil Scott Heron,
Danielle Patucci,
Fatback Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Main Source,
New Order,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.