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 Laos and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Agent Orange to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Peter & Gordon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chrome,
Skaos,
Scratch Acid,
The Selecter,
The Evens,
DNA,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Main Source,
Dawn Penn,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Quadrant,
Byron Stingily,
Outsiders,
Dark Day,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Christie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Hill,
One Last Wish,
John Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Fear,
Moebius,
Brick,
Jeff Mills,
Altered Images,
James White and The Blacks,
CMW,
In Retrospect,
Freddie Wadling,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funkadelic,
Spandau Ballet,
Deepchord,
Rekid,
Clear Light,
Dead Boys,
Darondo,
Section 25,
Eden Ahbez,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Lynne,
Janne Schatter,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Young Rascals,
Nik Kershaw,
Qualms,
Susan Cadogan,
Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mr. Review,
The Litter,
Soul II Soul,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.