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 Azerbaijan and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 PIL to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Los Fastidios,
kango's stein massive,
Wings,
The Smiths,
Nas,
The Real Kids,
John Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erykah Badu,
Urselle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Rundgren,
Yazoo,
Grey Daturas,
Accadde A,
Matthew Bourne,
The Litter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-101,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Angels of Light,
The Wake,
Stetsasonic,
Rapeman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Stooges,
Ornette Coleman,
Isaac Hayes,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
DNA,
Sam Rivers,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Max Romeo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lakeside,
Sixth Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Techniques,
ABC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MC5,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Flag,
Funkadelic,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fall,
Swans,
Wire,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gichy Dan,
Erasure,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Dolphy,
The Neon Judgement,
Piero Umiliani,
The J.B.'s,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hoover,
Al Stewart,
Adolescents,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.