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 Iceland and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Livin' Joy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Misunderstood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
Supertramp,
The Buckinghams,
Talk Talk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Almond,
Moby Grape,
Althea and Donna,
E-Dancer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronan,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alton Ellis,
The Sonics,
The Music Machine,
Essential Logic,
The Golliwogs,
Lower 48,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q65,
Nirvana,
Charles Mingus,
Fad Gadget,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Mills,
Shoche,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aswad,
Pantaleimon,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slackers,
The Red Krayola,
China Crisis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rotary Connection,
Camouflage,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Motions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blackbyrds,
The Stooges,
In Retrospect,
Bad Manners,
Brothers Johnson,
The Barracudas,
The Searchers,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.