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 Egypt and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Altered Images to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Halsall,
Suburban Knight,
Smog,
Brand Nubian,
Henry Cow,
Aaron Thompson,
Zero Boys,
The Slackers,
The Cure,
The Moleskins,
Donny Hathaway,
Darondo,
The Red Krayola,
Duran Duran,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television,
Con Funk Shun,
Alison Limerick,
Hashim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Sherman,
the Sonics,
Lower 48,
Faraquet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Adolescents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monks,
One Last Wish,
Joy Division,
Gang Green,
Crime,
The Leaves,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter and Kerry,
Danielle Patucci,
Interpol,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Görl,
Babytalk,
Freddie Wadling,
ABC,
Pussy Galore,
Brick,
The Count Five,
Pagans,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Durutti Column,
The Martian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Colin Newman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Surgeon,
The Dead C,
The Mojo Men,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.