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 Antigua and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Martian to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
The Gladiators,
Ronan,
The Smiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lyres,
Reuben Wilson,
Michelle Simonal,
Susan Cadogan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Easy Going,
Sam Rivers,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unrelated Segments,
K-Klass,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Isaac Hayes,
Moss Icon,
kango's stein massive,
The Searchers,
Zapp,
Agitation Free,
Bang On A Can,
Crooked Eye,
The Human League,
Hashim,
Wasted Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ituana,
Jandek,
Aaron Thompson,
Dawn Penn,
Pantaleimon,
Man Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Birthday Party,
The Angels of Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Wake,
Groovy Waters,
Massinfluence,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arab on Radar,
Iggy Pop,
Albert Ayler,
Archie Shepp,
Eve St. Jones,
Das Ding,
Spandau Ballet,
Charles Mingus,
Barbara Tucker,
ABC,
Maurizio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suicide,
The Stooges,
Bob Dylan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pierre Henry,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.