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 Bulgaria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Audionom to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
The Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Germs,
Pulsallama,
Average White Band,
Harmonia,
Popol Vuh,
Visage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare,
Judy Mowatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agent Orange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Livin' Joy,
Aswad,
Isaac Hayes,
Arthur Verocai,
JFA,
Faust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zero Boys,
Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mission of Burma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lyres,
The Wake,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kayak,
Marvin Gaye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Seeds,
This Heat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Metal Thangz,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxy Music,
Hardrive,
Darondo,
Siglo XX,
Panda Bear,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maurizio,
The Mummies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Slits,
Arab on Radar,
The New Christs,
Lightning Bolt,
UT,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.