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 Costa Rica and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Saccharine Trust to the rap 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Duran Duran,
Joyce Sims,
Ornette Coleman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warsaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neu!,
Charles Mingus,
Drexciya,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Remains,
Camouflage,
Cecil Taylor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June of 44,
Q and Not U,
Underground Resistance,
Ultravox,
The Techniques,
Supertramp,
One Last Wish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fat Boys,
Pole,
Arcadia,
Visage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erykah Badu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Neon Judgement,
Harry Pussy,
Smog,
Oneida,
Quadrant,
MDC,
Alison Limerick,
Excepter,
Bang On A Can,
Audionom,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Association,
Delon & Dalcan,
Guru Guru,
Outsiders,
the Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
Minutemen,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mummies,
Clear Light,
Mandrill,
Terry Callier,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Hood,
Crooked Eye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.