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 Gambia 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Birthday Party to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
Jacques Brel,
The Beau Brummels,
Sex Pistols,
Kurtis Blow,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick May,
Blossom Toes,
the Human League,
Neu!,
The Real Kids,
MC5,
T. Rex,
Q and Not U,
Sight & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Names,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Sherman,
The Remains,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Misunderstood,
Iggy Pop,
Model 500,
Sound Behaviour,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Massinfluence,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aural Exciters,
UT,
Fad Gadget,
June Days,
Alison Limerick,
AZ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Freddie Wadling,
The Selecter,
China Crisis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
Television,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Pus,
The Fugs,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warren Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
Slave,
Aaron Thompson,
Motorama,
Pole,
Mr. Review,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.