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 Monaco and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 The Angels of Light to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Throbbing Gristle,
Young Marble Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Prince Buster,
Eurythmics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fuzztones,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Starr,
Ornette Coleman,
Anakelly,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Christie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Certain Ratio,
Negative Approach,
The Black Dice,
Jacob Miller,
Rapeman,
Terry Callier,
Monolake,
Chris Corsano,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ponytail,
Magma,
Organ,
The Beau Brummels,
cv313,
Fad Gadget,
Youth Brigade,
Eve St. Jones,
Lungfish,
Steve Hackett,
John Foxx,
Nico,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fugazi,
Bauhaus,
June Days,
Hasil Adkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Audionom,
Eric Copeland,
The Fortunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young,
48th St. Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
The Raincoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nas,
Rod Modell,
The Selecter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick Morgan,
The Five Americans,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.