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 Cape Verde and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grime 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rites of Spring,
Black Flag,
K-Klass,
Cal Tjader,
JFA,
The Dirtbombs,
Radio Birdman,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
FM Einheit,
The Wake,
The Young Rascals,
Duran Duran,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Half Japanese,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Bowie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
F. McDonald,
Tears for Fears,
Radiohead,
Oneida,
PIL,
Soft Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Crime,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Hood,
Sarah Menescal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonic Youth,
Skarface,
Flipper,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Parrish,
The Slits,
Black Sheep,
Mark Hollis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cymande,
Morten Harket,
Fluxion,
These Immortal Souls,
Albert Ayler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sonics,
Neu!,
The Pretty Things,
Ossler,
Infiniti,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.