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 Sri Lanka and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Michael McDonald 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 DNA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Tommy Roe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dawn Penn,
Dead Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Severed Heads,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Christie,
Main Source,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erykah Badu,
The Fall,
Angry Samoans,
PIL,
Eli Mardock,
Swell Maps,
ABBA,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Sheep,
Joyce Sims,
Unrelated Segments,
Groovy Waters,
Goldenarms,
The Gun Club,
Circle Jerks,
Cybotron,
Cheater Slicks,
Marine Girls,
Ituana,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Metal Thangz,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Grass Roots,
These Immortal Souls,
Little Man,
X-Ray Spex,
A Certain Ratio,
Eddi Front,
Sällskapet,
Sonic Youth,
the Human League,
Scott Walker,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy Collins,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fortunes,
Dark Day,
Heaven 17,
Drexciya,
Magazine,
Alphaville,
Gong,
Scrapy,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Dolphy,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.