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 Kuwait and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joy Division to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Icehouse,
Chrome,
Robert Görl,
Kerri Chandler,
The Durutti Column,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dead Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blues Magoos,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magma,
John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
Sound Behaviour,
Brand Nubian,
the Normal,
David Bowie,
Main Source,
Eric Copeland,
The Misunderstood,
Moby Grape,
Wally Richardson,
EPMD,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smoke,
The Leaves,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-101,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Almond,
Rapeman,
FM Einheit,
Spoonie Gee,
The Barracudas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radio Birdman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Andrew Hill,
Blancmange,
Blake Baxter,
Metal Thangz,
Lakeside,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cameo,
Moebius,
Country Teasers,
Bill Wells,
Q65,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.