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 Kenya and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 Ultravox to the electroclash 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Babytalk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Blossom Toes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brick,
48th St. Collective,
The Victims,
Smog,
U.S. Maple,
Can,
The Gories,
Mark Hollis,
Shoche,
The Busters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Max Romeo,
Davy DMX,
Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
Arthur Verocai,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alphaville,
Trumans Water,
Tres Demented,
New Age Steppers,
Graham Central Station,
Eli Mardock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Easy Going,
Niagra,
Wasted Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Hood,
Quando Quango,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agitation Free,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slackers,
Sparks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thompson Twins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MC5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Public Enemy,
New York Dolls,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.