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 Samoa and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Qualms to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Judy Mowatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Youth Brigade,
Livin' Joy,
Kas Product,
Wire,
FM Einheit,
The Fortunes,
Ossler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wolf Eyes,
EPMD,
Lyres,
The Searchers,
Black Sheep,
Smog,
Howard Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
Spoonie Gee,
Bronski Beat,
Cluster,
Rites of Spring,
Brand Nubian,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Procol Harum,
Eli Mardock,
China Crisis,
The Last Poets,
Tres Demented,
David McCallum,
Derrick May,
Al Stewart,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shoche,
Altered Images,
LL Cool J,
Television,
Technova,
Dennis Brown,
Nirvana,
Oblivians,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
Grey Daturas,
Public Enemy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
OOIOO,
T. Rex,
Reagan Youth,
June of 44,
Bad Manners,
Lower 48,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronan,
Country Teasers,
Depeche Mode,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.