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 Chad and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the dance 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Tres Demented,
La Düsseldorf,
Tubeway Army,
Das Ding,
Al Stewart,
Lower 48,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Young Rascals,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rites of Spring,
Organ,
Man Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
The Last Poets,
Mantronix,
Andrew Hill,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gladiators,
Surgeon,
Reuben Wilson,
Faraquet,
A Certain Ratio,
Cymande,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quadrant,
Yellowson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cameo,
Todd Rundgren,
FM Einheit,
Banda Bassotti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dawn Penn,
Colin Newman,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
10cc,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tears for Fears,
Royal Trux,
Rakim,
Babytalk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tim Buckley,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Enemy,
Cluster,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Names,
Kas Product,
The Index,
the Slits,
Sight & Sound,
Y Pants,
Mission of Burma,
Letta Mbulu,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.