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 Iraq and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Magma to the punk 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers,
The Music Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Starr,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siglo XX,
The Human League,
Pierre Henry,
The Fire Engines,
Symarip,
Bluetip,
Joe Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
Surgeon,
The Last Poets,
Smog,
Quando Quango,
Pylon,
Tubeway Army,
Ultravox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Order,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moebius,
Delta 5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Brick,
Public Enemy,
Qualms,
John Foxx,
Young Marble Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Metal Thangz,
Mars,
MDC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nils Olav,
Rosa Yemen,
The Remains,
Organ,
The Cramps,
Pulsallama,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maleditus Sound,
H. Thieme,
Nirvana,
The Leaves,
Fear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Altered Images,
Mission of Burma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sex Pistols,
The Kinks,
Alphaville,
Donald Byrd,
The Stooges,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pretty Things,
Jandek,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.