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 South Sudan and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Unwound to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
The Raincoats,
Maurizio,
Roxette,
The Doors,
Grauzone,
The Fortunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pylon,
Albert Ayler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mission of Burma,
Josef K,
Q and Not U,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Bowie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moleskins,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Saccharine Trust,
The American Breed,
Vladislav Delay,
Mars,
Basic Channel,
UT,
X-Ray Spex,
Infiniti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Music Machine,
Radiohead,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Christie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Niagra,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Interpol,
Whodini,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlback,
Japan,
Sister Nancy,
James White and The Blacks,
Hashim,
Sixth Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swans,
Eddi Front,
Technova,
Excepter,
Ornette Coleman,
Ohio Players,
Danielle Patucci,
Aswad,
Mo-Dettes,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.