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 Japan and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Donald Fagen 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 Gladiators to the rock 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Grauzone,
Tom Boy,
Funky Four + One,
Gabor Szabo,
Junior Murvin,
Althea and Donna,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wire,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siglo XX,
Prince Buster,
Davy DMX,
Das Ding,
Marmalade,
the Normal,
Isaac Hayes,
The Buckinghams,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skaos,
Soulsonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MC5,
Fluxion,
Porter Ricks,
Drexciya,
Mandrill,
the Swans,
Trumans Water,
PIL,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alison Limerick,
The Grass Roots,
Freddie Wadling,
Cecil Taylor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Green,
The Last Poets,
the Association,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quantec,
John Holt,
Marc Almond,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Halsall,
Zapp,
Jeff Lynne,
The Kinks,
The Martian,
Little Man,
A Certain Ratio,
Kas Product,
Y Pants,
David Bowie,
Kurtis Blow,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.