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 Tuvalu and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blues Magoos to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Silicon Teens,
Cheater Slicks,
Ornette Coleman,
Radio Birdman,
A Certain Ratio,
Drive Like Jehu,
48th St. Collective,
Chris Corsano,
The Gories,
Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Young Marble Giants,
Tom Boy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Offenders,
James White and The Blacks,
David Bowie,
Sarah Menescal,
Davy DMX,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quadrant,
Accadde A,
The Music Machine,
Motorama,
Qualms,
Ten City,
Funkadelic,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Make Up,
the Germs,
Half Japanese,
Harpers Bizarre,
Depeche Mode,
Mantronix,
Rufus Thomas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Popol Vuh,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Clarke,
Skarface,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Axelrod,
Pere Ubu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Malaria!,
The Red Krayola,
The Mojo Men,
Cymande,
Eddi Front,
Arab on Radar,
Eurythmics,
Lindisfarne,
Heaven 17,
In Retrospect,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.