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 Sri Lanka and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Invisible to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The Angels of Light,
The Beau Brummels,
Pere Ubu,
the Normal,
Quadrant,
Bobby Sherman,
10cc,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Germs,
Max Romeo,
Patti Smith,
Black Sheep,
The Kinks,
Ronan,
Dead Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kas Product,
Fluxion,
Glenn Branca,
Drive Like Jehu,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick May,
Joensuu 1685,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fatback Band,
Rod Modell,
Absolute Body Control,
Negative Approach,
Alton Ellis,
Fat Boys,
The Saints,
Severed Heads,
Nirvana,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grauzone,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barry Ungar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MC5,
Prince Buster,
Idris Muhammad,
Groovy Waters,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
Eli Mardock,
Flash Fearless,
Henry Cow,
Hashim,
Lungfish,
The United States of America,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Duran Duran,
Bill Wells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stetsasonic,
Ohio Players,
Subhumans,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Prunes,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.