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 East Timor and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Slick Rick to the electroclash 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Ohio Players,
Jandek,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Duran Duran,
The Cowsills,
Eric Copeland,
Erykah Badu,
The Victims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alice Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
Ultra Naté,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Bowie,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young,
H. Thieme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tim Buckley,
Spandau Ballet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Von Mondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Residents,
Rekid,
Cameo,
Mandrill,
Deadbeat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Rundgren,
Tommy Roe,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Wake,
Dawn Penn,
The Cramps,
Brand Nubian,
The Grass Roots,
Carl Craig,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cure,
Radio Birdman,
Hot Snakes,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Remains,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Adolescents,
Eddi Front,
Drexciya,
Flipper,
Minny Pops,
Icehouse,
Sugar Minott,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.