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 Singapore and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Monks to the techno 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Panda Bear,
Monks,
David McCallum,
Yazoo,
The Cramps,
Skarface,
The Grass Roots,
The Pretty Things,
T.S.O.L.,
The Beau Brummels,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Bowie,
Iggy Pop,
Metal Thangz,
The Doors,
Moss Icon,
Ituana,
Average White Band,
Bang On A Can,
Scan 7,
Sun City Girls,
Eddi Front,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
Rosa Yemen,
Carl Craig,
Monolake,
The Standells,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris Corsano,
Hoover,
Amon Düül II,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heaven 17,
Neu!,
Laurel Aitken,
OOIOO,
The Litter,
The Music Machine,
The Gun Club,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nirvana,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Yaz,
John Foxx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronan,
K-Klass,
Robert Wyatt,
Swans,
Rekid,
Accadde A,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.