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 Qatar and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 MC5 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heaven 17,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Selecter,
The Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bluetip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fad Gadget,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Icehouse,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Christie,
Peter and Kerry,
Delta 5,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Count Five,
Essential Logic,
The Moleskins,
Graham Central Station,
AZ,
Vainqueur,
Franke,
Joe Smooth,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sonics,
Q and Not U,
Mars,
Alice Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Symarip,
Roxette,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Holt,
Gastr Del Sol,
June of 44,
Eli Mardock,
Darondo,
Wasted Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Bauhaus,
Alphaville,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Cecil Taylor,
H. Thieme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yaz,
The Moody Blues,
Shoche,
Echospace,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.