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 Gabon and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Harry Pussy to the techno 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Joy Division,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Desert Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang On A Can,
The Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dennis Brown,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Niagra,
Rotary Connection,
Sandy B,
Gang Starr,
Can,
Gang of Four,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy Collins,
Stiv Bators,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Almond,
In Retrospect,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sound Behaviour,
X-Ray Spex,
Slave,
Procol Harum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blancmange,
OOIOO,
Ten City,
Charles Mingus,
Man Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The New Christs,
CMW,
Youth Brigade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slackers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Count Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DNA,
Rufus Thomas,
Tres Demented,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vladislav Delay,
Boz Scaggs,
Dark Day,
Qualms,
The United States of America,
The Angels of Light,
Oblivians,
Theoretical Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.