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 Ethiopia and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 The Beau Brummels to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Oneida,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maurizio,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monochrome Set,
cv313,
T. Rex,
Harmonia,
Schoolly D,
X-102,
Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
The Pop Group,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare,
Lakeside,
The Music Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Stetsasonic,
Clear Light,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eurythmics,
Carl Craig,
Essential Logic,
Peter and Kerry,
The Durutti Column,
Livin' Joy,
Half Japanese,
Alice Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
Yaz,
Franke,
Henry Cow,
Cybotron,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiopuhelimet,
Parry Music,
Pere Ubu,
Rotary Connection,
Cymande,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Motorama,
Monolake,
Soft Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Darondo,
Jeff Mills,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang of Four,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pussy Galore,
Shuggie Otis,
Bob Dylan,
The Kinks,
U.S. Maple,
Crispy Ambulance,
EPMD,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.