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 the UAE and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
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 mellotron 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 The Gap Band to the techno 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Hood,
Tubeway Army,
Barrington Levy,
Eve St. Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moleskins,
Erykah Badu,
Tommy Roe,
F. McDonald,
The Sonics,
The Pop Group,
Severed Heads,
Gong,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Trojans,
Swell Maps,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Zero Boys,
Monolake,
Urselle,
Wolf Eyes,
Mark Hollis,
Wings,
Japan,
The Golliwogs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ornette Coleman,
Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rites of Spring,
the Normal,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantytec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Eating Sloth,
Scan 7,
Black Pus,
Procol Harum,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cybotron,
The Angels of Light,
Groovy Waters,
Ludus,
Hoover,
Sällskapet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
Nas,
the Swans,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.