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 Croatia and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Holger Czukay 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 Count Five to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Slick Rick,
Roxette,
48th St. Collective,
Althea and Donna,
The Young Rascals,
Brand Nubian,
June of 44,
MC5,
Pole,
Judy Mowatt,
Hoover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quadrant,
Byron Stingily,
Malaria!,
Ituana,
Slave,
The Birthday Party,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Los Fastidios,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mad Mike,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jandek,
La Düsseldorf,
Thompson Twins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Fraelich,
Nas,
Vladislav Delay,
Nils Olav,
Rites of Spring,
Lower 48,
Desert Stars,
Erasure,
Jeff Mills,
Technova,
the Association,
The Flesh Eaters,
Don Cherry,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Section 25,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wings,
Alison Limerick,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultravox,
the Human League,
Motorama,
Accadde A,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Albert Ayler,
Joey Negro,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.