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 Suriname and from Philadelphia.
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 Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rakim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monochrome Set,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Los Fastidios,
Inner City,
Livin' Joy,
Junior Murvin,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Normal,
X-102,
The Remains,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Morten Harket,
New Age Steppers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick Morgan,
the Germs,
Khruangbin,
Derrick May,
Newcleus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suicide,
Youth Brigade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Essential Logic,
The Durutti Column,
June of 44,
The Red Krayola,
The Golliwogs,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang On A Can,
Stiv Bators,
Gong,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mo-Dettes,
John Cale,
Soft Machine,
FM Einheit,
Shoche,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
PIL,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalann,
Qualms,
Isaac Hayes,
the Sonics,
Fat Boys,
Smog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arcadia,
The Zeros,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-Ray Spex,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.