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 Portugal and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 The Tremeloes to the punk 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Young Marble Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
The Stooges,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deepchord,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bush Tetras,
The Doors,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Germs,
DJ Style,
Jeff Mills,
Alphaville,
The American Breed,
Barry Ungar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brick,
Alison Limerick,
Simply Red,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Godley & Creme,
Sandy B,
Nico,
Guru Guru,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bronski Beat,
John Lydon,
Kerri Chandler,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Teasers,
Banda Bassotti,
Inner City,
The Fugs,
Joe Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
Chris Corsano,
PIL,
Jerry's Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
Rakim,
The New Christs,
Aaron Thompson,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantaleimon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.