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 Uganda and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Joyce Sims to the rap 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Jeff Lynne,
Grauzone,
John Cale,
Eddi Front,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantytec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dead C,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cowsills,
T.S.O.L.,
Moebius,
Harmonia,
Alphaville,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yazoo,
Arcadia,
Youth Brigade,
Cheater Slicks,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül II,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
One Last Wish,
Franke,
Max Romeo,
The Smoke,
The Invisible,
Chris & Cosey,
Saccharine Trust,
the Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Pus,
Pole,
EPMD,
Fela Kuti,
Talk Talk,
Stetsasonic,
Popol Vuh,
Arab on Radar,
Archie Shepp,
The Techniques,
Easy Going,
Magma,
Bobby Byrd,
Liliput,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.