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 Tonga and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe 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 The Pretty Things to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Archie Shepp,
Goldenarms,
Agitation Free,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slave,
Kool Moe Dee,
These Immortal Souls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Alarm Clocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Parrish,
Niagra,
Charles Mingus,
Lalo Schifrin,
In Retrospect,
The Doors,
Derrick Morgan,
Heaven 17,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris & Cosey,
the Slits,
Mandrill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bauhaus,
Accadde A,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boredoms,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young,
Graham Central Station,
Ituana,
Lyres,
Be Bop Deluxe,
JFA,
Oblivians,
Mars,
The Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
Godley & Creme,
Monks,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare,
The Fortunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Mantronix,
The Leaves,
Barrington Levy,
The Velvet Underground,
Young Marble Giants,
Terry Callier,
Black Flag,
Toni Rubio,
Moebius,
Agent Orange,
Unrelated Segments,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.