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 Jamaica and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
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 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 Severed Heads to the crunk 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Moby Grape,
Main Source,
John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
The Moleskins,
Barbara Tucker,
X-Ray Spex,
Sällskapet,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Althea and Donna,
Qualms,
Sexual Harrassment,
David McCallum,
Hasil Adkins,
Monolake,
Von Mondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alice Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Malaria!,
kango's stein massive,
CMW,
Minny Pops,
Pantytec,
Mandrill,
Derrick Morgan,
Skriet,
New York Dolls,
X-102,
The Gap Band,
The Smiths,
The Gun Club,
The Toasters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Velvet Underground,
Joensuu 1685,
The Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Star Department,
Magma,
Cybotron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fugazi,
Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Minor Threat,
Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
AZ,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bush Tetras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sarah Menescal,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.