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 Belgium and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 The Fire Engines to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brick,
Nils Olav,
Letta Mbulu,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Audionom,
The Last Poets,
Janne Schatter,
Kerri Chandler,
Sixth Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers,
The Raincoats,
X-102,
Nirvana,
Spandau Ballet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Normal,
The Wake,
The Flesh Eaters,
Franke,
Smog,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang of Four,
Sällskapet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funky Four + One,
Mr. Review,
Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
Loose Ends,
Aloha Tigers,
Shoche,
Qualms,
Oneida,
Don Cherry,
Junior Murvin,
Organ,
Robert Wyatt,
Make Up,
The Mojo Men,
Yellowson,
Liliput,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Rundgren,
The Walker Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Remains,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hoover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
Whodini,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.