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 Taipei.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 The Count Five to the techno 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Section 25,
Bobby Byrd,
X-102,
Ludus,
Lindisfarne,
Lightning Bolt,
Essential Logic,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Finger,
Liliput,
Donald Byrd,
MC5,
Jawbox,
Tears for Fears,
Slick Rick,
Jacques Brel,
Minnie Riperton,
Sällskapet,
Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arab on Radar,
David McCallum,
Joy Division,
Das Ding,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Popol Vuh,
Nas,
DJ Style,
Khruangbin,
The Blackbyrds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sister Nancy,
LL Cool J,
Mission of Burma,
Eve St. Jones,
The Tremeloes,
Desert Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Hashim,
Mr. Review,
The Martian,
The Associates,
the Human League,
Gang Starr,
Al Stewart,
Ash Ra Tempel,
UT,
Rites of Spring,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gap Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kaleidoscope,
Colin Newman,
The Stooges,
June Days,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.