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 Guatemala and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Darondo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The Slits,
Gichy Dan,
Siglo XX,
T.S.O.L.,
Malaria!,
Bad Manners,
Stetsasonic,
X-102,
Ten City,
New Order,
Young Marble Giants,
ABBA,
Excepter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
Suburban Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantytec,
Byron Stingily,
The Happenings,
Vainqueur,
June Days,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris Corsano,
Bob Dylan,
The Last Poets,
R.M.O.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oneida,
the Slits,
Ponytail,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mojo Men,
Magazine,
The Gun Club,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zero Boys,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erykah Badu,
Technova,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maurizio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Depeche Mode,
Jeru the Damaja,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skaos,
David Bowie,
Kayak,
Radiohead,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.