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 Uruguay 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 One Last Wish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
Funky Four + One,
Subhumans,
Gang Green,
China Crisis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
This Heat,
Patti Smith,
Bill Near,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Order,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lungfish,
Siglo XX,
10cc,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Bowie,
The Golliwogs,
the Germs,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yusef Lateef,
Suburban Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Soulsonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
Moss Icon,
Mission of Burma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Certain Ratio,
Nas,
The Toasters,
Essential Logic,
Mo-Dettes,
Lyres,
Bootsy Collins,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Judy Mowatt,
Maurizio,
The Raincoats,
The New Christs,
Prince Buster,
Youth Brigade,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Little Man,
Index,
X-102,
Glenn Branca,
Camouflage,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.