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 Ivory Coast and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Monolake to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed,
The Wake,
Gang Starr,
Fad Gadget,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Normal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Barry Ungar,
Carl Craig,
Youth Brigade,
Swell Maps,
Blake Baxter,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slackers,
Scrapy,
Television Personalities,
Interpol,
Jandek,
Gabor Szabo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oblivians,
Soulsonic Force,
The Associates,
Bronski Beat,
Accadde A,
The Skatalites,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Martian,
Janne Schatter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fear,
10cc,
Symarip,
Anakelly,
The Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MDC,
Letta Mbulu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
Cluster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reagan Youth,
Faust,
Silicon Teens,
L. Decosne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joy Division,
Alton Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
EPMD,
Easy Going,
Grauzone,
Nirvana,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funkadelic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.