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 Barbados and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Little Man to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Kenny Larkin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anakelly,
The Velvet Underground,
Wasted Youth,
Swell Maps,
The Motions,
The Red Krayola,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jesper Dahlback,
Royal Trux,
The Vogues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Los Fastidios,
The Trojans,
Jandek,
Quadrant,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
LL Cool J,
Niagra,
Yaz,
The Standells,
The Happenings,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Near,
DNA,
Todd Rundgren,
UT,
Yusef Lateef,
Eurythmics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Misunderstood,
Ice-T,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Hood,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
Ten City,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smoke,
Thee Headcoats,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sugar Minott,
Gong,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crash Course in Science,
Alton Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young,
Main Source,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.