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 Dominican Republic and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Nils Olav to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Tommy Roe,
Graham Central Station,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalann,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Index,
Hardrive,
Mark Hollis,
The Moleskins,
Rosa Yemen,
Buzzcocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Altered Images,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Womack,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Dolphy,
Donny Hathaway,
Liliput,
Alice Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ituana,
Marc Almond,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lightning Bolt,
Spoonie Gee,
Ponytail,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
This Heat,
the Germs,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Quadrant,
Duran Duran,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Masters at Work,
New York Dolls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Pus,
Sparks,
Zero Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zapp,
Aswad,
Outsiders,
Groovy Waters,
Flipper,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maurizio,
Crime,
The J.B.'s,
Kas Product,
James White and The Blacks,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.