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 Cuba and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Godley & Creme to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Techniques,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ken Boothe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Womack,
Los Fastidios,
Eurythmics,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Vogues,
Chris Corsano,
Man Parrish,
Deepchord,
Thompson Twins,
ABC,
Sugar Minott,
Junior Murvin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joyce Sims,
Severed Heads,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Von Mondo,
Dark Day,
The Fortunes,
Panda Bear,
Isaac Hayes,
Tres Demented,
Neu!,
Henry Cow,
Minny Pops,
Rotary Connection,
X-Ray Spex,
Dave Gahan,
Pantaleimon,
Ornette Coleman,
Flipper,
Joy Division,
Swell Maps,
Zero Boys,
Technova,
The Residents,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funkadelic,
New Age Steppers,
Cheater Slicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oneida,
H. Thieme,
Parry Music,
Rapeman,
Marine Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Barry Ungar,
This Heat,
The Moody Blues,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.