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 Antigua and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 The Monochrome Set to the punk 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
DJ Sneak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camberwell Now,
David McCallum,
ABBA,
Anakelly,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suicide,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Victims,
Brothers Johnson,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
Todd Terry,
The Doors,
Avey Tare,
The Busters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swell Maps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fad Gadget,
Masters at Work,
The Young Rascals,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Neon Judgement,
Pussy Galore,
Jacob Miller,
The Fortunes,
John Coltrane,
The Techniques,
Derrick May,
Aural Exciters,
Agitation Free,
Andrew Hill,
Basic Channel,
The Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Remains,
Fluxion,
Isaac Hayes,
Underground Resistance,
Sixth Finger,
Scientists,
Malaria!,
Drexciya,
Radiopuhelimet,
Junior Murvin,
Fat Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Visage,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Easy Going,
Robert Hood,
Boz Scaggs,
Severed Heads,
AZ,
Albert Ayler,
E-Dancer,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.