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 Liberia and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Banda Bassotti to the funk 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The Cure 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza 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?
The Misunderstood,
Black Flag,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlback,
R.M.O.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Young Marble Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quando Quango,
OOIOO,
Pere Ubu,
Fluxion,
The Golliwogs,
Michelle Simonal,
Eden Ahbez,
Prince Buster,
Cybotron,
Patti Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moss Icon,
Althea and Donna,
Banda Bassotti,
Fatback Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Vainqueur,
Severed Heads,
L. Decosne,
Tim Buckley,
Q and Not U,
Godley & Creme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
Funkadelic,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Neon Judgement,
Second Layer,
The Human League,
Marc Almond,
Erasure,
The Doors,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T.S.O.L.,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Move,
Sixth Finger,
Infiniti,
Model 500,
Dead Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sugar Minott,
Ultravox,
The Cure,
La Düsseldorf,
Scientists,
The Trojans,
Ronnie Foster,
Sarah Menescal,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.