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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deadbeat to the rap 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Bill Near,
Robert Wyatt,
Clear Light,
The Wake,
Patti Smith,
Sällskapet,
James White and The Blacks,
Neu!,
The Birthday Party,
Los Fastidios,
Smog,
Alphaville,
The United States of America,
Underground Resistance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swans,
10cc,
The Count Five,
Darondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minor Threat,
Mad Mike,
Reagan Youth,
Pantytec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bush Tetras,
Mo-Dettes,
Yellowson,
Duran Duran,
The Human League,
Flash Fearless,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Offenders,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiopuhelimet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Groovy Waters,
Morten Harket,
Ultravox,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Pus,
Sam Rivers,
Agent Orange,
The Pop Group,
Ohio Players,
Qualms,
FM Einheit,
Glenn Branca,
Black Bananas,
Liliput,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slits,
Suicide,
Cluster,
The Tremeloes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.