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 Comoros and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 D'Angelo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young,
Kayak,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Henry Cow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cal Tjader,
The Star Department,
Tommy Roe,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Sarah Menescal,
Duran Duran,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reagan Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Qualms,
the Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Iggy Pop,
a-ha,
Archie Shepp,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rekid,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doors,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Max Romeo,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
Mo-Dettes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Count Five,
The Vogues,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Young Rascals,
Cybotron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
Wally Richardson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Young Marble Giants,
Janne Schatter,
Isaac Hayes,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Toasters,
Tim Buckley,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-101,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Junior Murvin,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.