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 Bangladesh and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Erasure to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Modern Lovers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Little Man,
Grey Daturas,
Chris Corsano,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monks,
AZ,
Toni Rubio,
Soulsonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
The Sonics,
Pulsallama,
China Crisis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Clear Light,
The New Christs,
The Smiths,
Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
The Invisible,
Chrome,
H. Thieme,
Newcleus,
the Slits,
Sister Nancy,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronan,
Tom Boy,
Public Enemy,
Nas,
LL Cool J,
the Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
Panda Bear,
John Holt,
The Fall,
Drive Like Jehu,
One Last Wish,
Simply Red,
John Foxx,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Womack,
Wire,
Judy Mowatt,
D'Angelo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tres Demented,
The Pop Group,
The Zeros,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Starr,
Rites of Spring,
The Leaves,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yusef Lateef,
Lightning Bolt,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.