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 China and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Letta Mbulu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Frankie Knuckles,
Henry Cow,
Ronnie Foster,
Mark Hollis,
New York Dolls,
Lalann,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mummies,
Bluetip,
Goldenarms,
Stetsasonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Charles Mingus,
John Foxx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
World's Most,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faraquet,
Gang Gang Dance,
48th St. Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy Collins,
Young Marble Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
Smog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Wyatt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Outsiders,
Judy Mowatt,
The Knickerbockers,
Bob Dylan,
Ponytail,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fuzztones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Susan Cadogan,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slits,
Moebius,
Flash Fearless,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rapeman,
Suburban Knight,
Ice-T,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cybotron,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mojo Men,
Pussy Galore,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.