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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Fear to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blackbyrds,
The Techniques,
Rosa Yemen,
The Evens,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faraquet,
China Crisis,
Scan 7,
The Misunderstood,
Mr. Review,
Derrick Morgan,
Isaac Hayes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronnie Foster,
Fluxion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Accadde A,
Interpol,
Dennis Brown,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mojo Men,
Panda Bear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers,
PIL,
Brand Nubian,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
This Heat,
48th St. Collective,
Quadrant,
Oneida,
Delta 5,
Hot Snakes,
Outsiders,
Mission of Burma,
Minnie Riperton,
Minny Pops,
Eric Dolphy,
Newcleus,
Gabor Szabo,
Warren Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Music Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalann,
Dawn Penn,
Organ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moody Blues,
The Black Dice,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.