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 Oman and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Henry Cow to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Aloha Tigers,
Porter Ricks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Terry,
48th St. Collective,
Alison Limerick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Bowie,
Toni Rubio,
Fatback Band,
cv313,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grey Daturas,
Max Romeo,
Sugar Minott,
Hot Snakes,
The Slackers,
Model 500,
Interpol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joy Division,
Tomorrow,
Easy Going,
The Count Five,
Barrington Levy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Last Poets,
The Monks,
Byron Stingily,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dead C,
Deakin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Livin' Joy,
Junior Murvin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delta 5,
Quantec,
Letta Mbulu,
Deepchord,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacob Miller,
The Black Dice,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rakim,
Roxy Music,
Marine Girls,
ABC,
The Wake,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Seeds,
Sparks,
Ken Boothe,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.