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 Oman and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oneida to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Aural Exciters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Intrusion,
The Walker Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Near,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Index,
Pylon,
Los Fastidios,
Quando Quango,
Bob Dylan,
Heaven 17,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pole,
Guru Guru,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Popol Vuh,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Rundgren,
Half Japanese,
China Crisis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magma,
Lou Reed,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Five Americans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cowsills,
Harry Pussy,
Liliput,
Roxette,
cv313,
John Foxx,
Lightning Bolt,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Mills,
Slave,
Kayak,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker,
Suicide,
Harmonia,
Juan Atkins,
Donald Byrd,
Basic Channel,
F. McDonald,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.