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 Peru and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Rites of Spring to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Swans,
Marc Almond,
Reuben Wilson,
K-Klass,
The J.B.'s,
Jawbox,
Gang Starr,
Fatback Band,
Moebius,
Don Cherry,
The Kinks,
The Wake,
Crime,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Saints,
48th St. Collective,
Gong,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare,
The Monochrome Set,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxette,
Donald Byrd,
The Associates,
Essential Logic,
the Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
New Age Steppers,
Mandrill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unwound,
the Fania All-Stars,
One Last Wish,
Marmalade,
Letta Mbulu,
A Certain Ratio,
EPMD,
Eli Mardock,
Harry Pussy,
The Human League,
Outsiders,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pretty Things,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q and Not U,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rites of Spring,
Lungfish,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.