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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Seeds to the grime 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Anthony Braxton,
Little Man,
Suburban Knight,
The Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Rapeman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sixth Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Metal Thangz,
Piero Umiliani,
Malaria!,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fire Engines,
Pagans,
Slick Rick,
Nick Fraelich,
Bad Manners,
Arcadia,
The Gap Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
PIL,
Magma,
Blake Baxter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Finger,
Ultra Naté,
Circle Jerks,
MDC,
The Residents,
Howard Jones,
John Foxx,
Clear Light,
Sugar Minott,
June of 44,
The Monochrome Set,
Mr. Review,
Black Bananas,
The Blackbyrds,
Arab on Radar,
Moby Grape,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers,
Brothers Johnson,
Yusef Lateef,
Joey Negro,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül II,
Crispian St. Peters,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.