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 Bahamas and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Parry Music to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Maurizio,
The Misunderstood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marcia Griffiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tres Demented,
Bluetip,
Danielle Patucci,
AZ,
Spoonie Gee,
Harmonia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dirtbombs,
The Zeros,
Bobby Byrd,
Clear Light,
Electric Prunes,
Mars,
The Black Dice,
Smog,
Ronnie Foster,
Radio Birdman,
Second Layer,
Mo-Dettes,
The Raincoats,
Lyres,
Tom Boy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
Panda Bear,
The Victims,
The American Breed,
The Associates,
the Normal,
David Bowie,
Simply Red,
Average White Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
Masters at Work,
Graham Central Station,
Dark Day,
U.S. Maple,
48th St. Collective,
Rod Modell,
In Retrospect,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Con Funk Shun,
Morten Harket,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Au Pairs,
This Heat,
Jawbox,
Easy Going,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.