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 Burkina and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dave Gahan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Sparks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Associates,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sixth Finger,
E-Dancer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nils Olav,
Kurtis Blow,
Banda Bassotti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yazoo,
Crime,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monochrome Set,
Faust,
Scientists,
Basic Channel,
The Sonics,
Scan 7,
Aaron Thompson,
Easy Going,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeru the Damaja,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eurythmics,
The Fugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Teasers,
CMW,
Spoonie Gee,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul Sonic Force,
Babytalk,
The Index,
Agent Orange,
H. Thieme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fela Kuti,
R.M.O.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Lynne,
Accadde A,
The United States of America,
Scrapy,
T.S.O.L.,
The Five Americans,
Chris & Cosey,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Techniques,
Wolf Eyes,
Panda Bear,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Selecter,
Zero Boys,
Erasure,
The Barracudas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.