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 Angola and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fugazi to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronan,
Au Pairs,
Silicon Teens,
Tears for Fears,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lightning Bolt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ponytail,
Wire,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Barrington Levy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Davy DMX,
The Invisible,
Joy Division,
Das Ding,
Marine Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Carl Craig,
Kerrie Biddell,
Essential Logic,
The Cramps,
Oneida,
Sixth Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Beau Brummels,
The Leaves,
The Litter,
Bluetip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nils Olav,
Faust,
Banda Bassotti,
Stiv Bators,
Lungfish,
The Smiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zapp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sällskapet,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
The Toasters,
Talk Talk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gories,
Ornette Coleman,
Duran Duran,
The Trojans,
Ossler,
June of 44,
The Wake,
Crooked Eye,
The Offenders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mantronix,
The Modern Lovers,
Harmonia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.