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 Kazakhstan and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nirvana to the electroclash 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Dark Day,
Unrelated Segments,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anthony Braxton,
Scientists,
Fluxion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
The Selecter,
Banda Bassotti,
Sparks,
Funkadelic,
Magma,
Jacob Miller,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Sneak,
The Black Dice,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Morten Harket,
The Seeds,
Pagans,
Eve St. Jones,
JFA,
Warsaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Mark Hollis,
Scion,
Procol Harum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Duran Duran,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Velvet Underground,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
The Busters,
The Leaves,
kango's stein massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mummies,
The Smiths,
Icehouse,
Q and Not U,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Offenders,
Livin' Joy,
Television Personalities,
Crispy Ambulance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Connie Case,
The Buckinghams,
Y Pants,
Minutemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ponytail,
Grey Daturas,
Kas Product,
Sight & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.