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 Georgia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wings to the jazz 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angry Samoans,
Sight & Sound,
Talk Talk,
The Mummies,
Wally Richardson,
The Seeds,
Moebius,
Unwound,
Bob Dylan,
Ludus,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minor Threat,
Gang of Four,
Au Pairs,
Rotary Connection,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pussy Galore,
The Velvet Underground,
Buzzcocks,
LL Cool J,
The Grass Roots,
Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
Fatback Band,
Rapeman,
Circle Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brothers Johnson,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arab on Radar,
Yaz,
Q65,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Bourne,
Main Source,
The Fuzztones,
Neu!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sam Rivers,
Suburban Knight,
Oneida,
Pantaleimon,
Davy DMX,
Soulsonic Force,
Scan 7,
Joy Division,
Thee Headcoats,
Nik Kershaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Dolphy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Motorama,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.