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 Nigeria and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Johnny Clarke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
the Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalann,
Moby Grape,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
PIL,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dawn Penn,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
LL Cool J,
Tubeway Army,
Visage,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camouflage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mantronix,
the Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
Sound Behaviour,
The Five Americans,
Zero Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Womack,
L. Decosne,
James White and The Blacks,
The Human League,
Excepter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Hill,
Scion,
The Skatalites,
Fad Gadget,
Flamin' Groovies,
Outsiders,
Hasil Adkins,
Davy DMX,
Gichy Dan,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rapeman,
The Misunderstood,
Supertramp,
Lyres,
These Immortal Souls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skriet,
Bluetip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Parrish,
Masters at Work,
The Fugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Ken Boothe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Isaac Hayes,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.