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 Lesotho and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Los Fastidios to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül II,
The Grass Roots,
The Mummies,
The Toasters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Supertramp,
Camouflage,
Thompson Twins,
Pantytec,
Wire,
The Names,
Jeff Mills,
Skarface,
New Order,
AZ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Excepter,
Tubeway Army,
Vladislav Delay,
Negative Approach,
In Retrospect,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Moon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sam Rivers,
Erykah Badu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Josef K,
Jandek,
Malaria!,
The Zeros,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alice Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacob Miller,
Dawn Penn,
Sister Nancy,
The Buckinghams,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camberwell Now,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalann,
Fad Gadget,
Gang of Four,
The Residents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Howard Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
CMW,
Absolute Body Control,
Cheater Slicks,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.