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 Mozambique and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Reagan Youth to the electroclash 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Scion,
Michelle Simonal,
Little Man,
LL Cool J,
The Stooges,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cowsills,
Prince Buster,
Wasted Youth,
The Fuzztones,
U.S. Maple,
H. Thieme,
Marmalade,
Roxette,
Soulsonic Force,
The Motions,
the Bar-Kays,
Chrome,
Gerry Rafferty,
UT,
Porter Ricks,
The Barracudas,
Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Make Up,
Deakin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed,
Brothers Johnson,
Suicide,
Eddi Front,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q and Not U,
Althea and Donna,
Massinfluence,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boredoms,
Ten City,
Ken Boothe,
the Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
The Neon Judgement,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erykah Badu,
Lakeside,
Fad Gadget,
KRS-One,
AZ,
Skaos,
Soul II Soul,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cymande,
Blake Baxter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quantec,
Matthew Bourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tears for Fears,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.