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 Japan and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Sister Nancy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
The Saints,
Mars,
Outsiders,
Metal Thangz,
Tropical Tobacco,
T. Rex,
The Martian,
Jeff Mills,
Leonard Cohen,
10cc,
Scientists,
Suicide,
Sight & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thee Headcoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faust,
Severed Heads,
Dual Sessions,
Harry Pussy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed,
Danielle Patucci,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erykah Badu,
The Cure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Malaria!,
U.S. Maple,
Nirvana,
the Germs,
Siglo XX,
Drexciya,
Black Bananas,
Swell Maps,
the Association,
Guru Guru,
Skaos,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Sneak,
Soulsonic Force,
Simply Red,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amazonics,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mojo Men,
The Grass Roots,
Audionom,
New Age Steppers,
Essential Logic,
The Gap Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slits,
Tim Buckley,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gabor Szabo,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.