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 Taiwan and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Half Japanese to the rap 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rod Modell,
X-102,
The Buckinghams,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pulsallama,
Skriet,
Talk Talk,
Joy Division,
The Cure,
Grey Daturas,
Model 500,
Rakim,
The Monks,
Black Pus,
The Evens,
Goldenarms,
Erykah Badu,
The Walker Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Soul II Soul,
The United States of America,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Moon,
Marc Almond,
The Birthday Party,
Barry Ungar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Happenings,
Jimmy McGriff,
Babytalk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
10cc,
The Smoke,
The American Breed,
Moss Icon,
Gichy Dan,
Mars,
Rufus Thomas,
Piero Umiliani,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nico,
Crooked Eye,
Freddie Wadling,
Duran Duran,
Joe Finger,
Magazine,
Urselle,
A Certain Ratio,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Patti Smith,
Amazonics,
Hoover,
Arcadia,
John Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Newcleus,
Audionom,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.