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 Guinea-Bissau and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the techno 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Monolake,
Don Cherry,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slits,
Eurythmics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül II,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Jawbox,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fugs,
Pylon,
Easy Going,
Yazoo,
June Days,
Howard Jones,
Marc Almond,
Blossom Toes,
Reagan Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
D'Angelo,
Slave,
Warren Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deakin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare,
Fear,
Babytalk,
Albert Ayler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Subhumans,
Bluetip,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quadrant,
JFA,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Mills,
Thompson Twins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Goldenarms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Simply Red,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Wyatt,
Cluster,
Cybotron,
The Last Poets,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blancmange,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.