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 Togo and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Audionom to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Knickerbockers,
Howard Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young,
Joyce Sims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacques Brel,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Trojans,
Henry Cow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monks,
Matthew Halsall,
Marine Girls,
Lou Christie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Negative Approach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moody Blues,
Sarah Menescal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liliput,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Finger,
Derrick May,
The American Breed,
Bobby Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
Schoolly D,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barrington Levy,
The Techniques,
Funky Four + One,
Cal Tjader,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moby Grape,
Cameo,
Neu!,
Skaos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q65,
Brick,
Pulsallama,
Dawn Penn,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Bourne,
Guru Guru,
Pussy Galore,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
China Crisis,
The Skatalites,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.