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 Slovenia and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Max Romeo 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Pere Ubu,
Faust,
Ultra Naté,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Starr,
Swell Maps,
Roxy Music,
Reagan Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dave Clark Five,
Supertramp,
Hashim,
Erasure,
Von Mondo,
John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wings,
Nils Olav,
Ornette Coleman,
Depeche Mode,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shoche,
Yaz,
Bluetip,
The J.B.'s,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Machine,
ABC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fluxion,
Boogie Down Productions,
EPMD,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
E-Dancer,
The Birthday Party,
The Mummies,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sparks,
Newcleus,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cure,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül,
The Gap Band,
The Five Americans,
Albert Ayler,
The Blackbyrds,
Janne Schatter,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minor Threat,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.