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 Suriname and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deadbeat to the grime 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doors,
Angry Samoans,
Malaria!,
the Human League,
Pierre Henry,
Khruangbin,
Cameo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Sherman,
Infiniti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glenn Branca,
Althea and Donna,
Gichy Dan,
Howard Jones,
Negative Approach,
Technova,
MC5,
Sun Ra,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Hill,
Moebius,
Darondo,
Fad Gadget,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slick Rick,
Banda Bassotti,
Sarah Menescal,
Roy Ayers,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Near,
The Music Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultra Naté,
The Slackers,
Anakelly,
James White and The Blacks,
Funky Four + One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Letta Mbulu,
Kurtis Blow,
Aaron Thompson,
X-102,
Freddie Wadling,
Mary Jane Girls,
Guru Guru,
DJ Sneak,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.