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 Croatia and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Siglo XX to the punk 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Technova,
Popol Vuh,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warsaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra,
The Misunderstood,
Trumans Water,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Associates,
Connie Case,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
The Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
The Buckinghams,
The Red Krayola,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rosa Yemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Zeros,
Swell Maps,
Gastr Del Sol,
10cc,
Slick Rick,
Cecil Taylor,
T.S.O.L.,
Mark Hollis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Desert Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Starr,
The Count Five,
Agitation Free,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Halsall,
Joyce Sims,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Copeland,
EPMD,
Sister Nancy,
MDC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Organ,
MC5,
The Busters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lungfish,
Neu!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Buzzcocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ken Boothe,
Moby Grape,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.