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 Finland and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 The Smiths to the dance 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Scan 7,
The Slackers,
Parry Music,
Flipper,
Pagans,
Pantytec,
DJ Style,
Tim Buckley,
Magazine,
Vladislav Delay,
Dual Sessions,
Guru Guru,
Mantronix,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quando Quango,
Ohio Players,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visage,
Bizarre Inc.,
The American Breed,
Los Fastidios,
Oneida,
Robert Wyatt,
The Zeros,
A Flock of Seagulls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Easy Going,
Chrome,
Reuben Wilson,
Dawn Penn,
the Normal,
The Remains,
Vainqueur,
Harry Pussy,
E-Dancer,
Dennis Brown,
Moebius,
F. McDonald,
These Immortal Souls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Associates,
Drexciya,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magma,
Public Enemy,
Section 25,
Crash Course in Science,
Infiniti,
The Beau Brummels,
a-ha,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Leaves,
Eric Dolphy,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gap Band,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.