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 Sudan and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Make Up 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Clarke,
Angry Samoans,
Motorama,
Matthew Bourne,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlback,
New York Dolls,
ABBA,
Black Pus,
Slick Rick,
Ultravox,
Cluster,
The Dead C,
Sixth Finger,
The Victims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jawbox,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q and Not U,
The Names,
Pere Ubu,
Sällskapet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lungfish,
Depeche Mode,
Brick,
The Moleskins,
One Last Wish,
48th St. Collective,
Ten City,
PIL,
Avey Tare,
10cc,
Gong,
Cybotron,
Suicide,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skriet,
Cecil Taylor,
The Walker Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Christie,
MDC,
Clear Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Magma,
Yusef Lateef,
Crash Course in Science,
Half Japanese,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Piero Umiliani,
Whodini,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Vogues,
The Cure,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.