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 Mali 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Captain Beefheart 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 David McCallum to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Buckinghams,
Davy DMX,
The Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Yazoo,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Rundgren,
Trumans Water,
Easy Going,
Suicide,
The Smoke,
Dennis Brown,
Outsiders,
Black Flag,
Spoonie Gee,
The Neon Judgement,
Nico,
X-102,
Robert Hood,
Spandau Ballet,
Archie Shepp,
Tommy Roe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dual Sessions,
Dark Day,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dead Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Average White Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cheater Slicks,
David Axelrod,
Barbara Tucker,
Suburban Knight,
Porter Ricks,
Maurizio,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Terry,
Scan 7,
The Modern Lovers,
Funkadelic,
Bush Tetras,
John Foxx,
Accadde A,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ponytail,
Hasil Adkins,
Anakelly,
The Misunderstood,
Faust,
Deadbeat,
Soul II Soul,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalann,
Section 25,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.