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 Bulgaria and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Prince Buster to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Pop Group,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Angels of Light,
The Golliwogs,
Stereo Dub,
Minnie Riperton,
Shuggie Otis,
Little Man,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Foxx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Excepter,
Dawn Penn,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalann,
Junior Murvin,
Tommy Roe,
Mo-Dettes,
Oneida,
Boredoms,
Duran Duran,
Jawbox,
MC5,
Mandrill,
Tubeway Army,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flipper,
Television Personalities,
B.T. Express,
Maurizio,
Camouflage,
Gang Gang Dance,
Inner City,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül,
Kerrie Biddell,
Howard Jones,
Albert Ayler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ponytail,
Grauzone,
Robert Hood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Parrish,
The Fall,
Babytalk,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young,
Joe Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rites of Spring,
Bronski Beat,
Royal Trux,
Rapeman,
Deepchord,
Essential Logic,
Barrington Levy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.