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 Poland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nirvana,
The Searchers,
Sam Rivers,
The Standells,
Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marine Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Mr. Review,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Clarke,
The Last Poets,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cluster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Albert Ayler,
Procol Harum,
Arthur Verocai,
Lindisfarne,
Wings,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül II,
Au Pairs,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Halsall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joey Negro,
Hardrive,
Pagans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scrapy,
Funkadelic,
The Monochrome Set,
John Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moody Blues,
The Misunderstood,
Royal Trux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pole,
Ohio Players,
Stereo Dub,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Copeland,
The Toasters,
Cymande,
Sugar Minott,
Easy Going,
The Cure,
Wolf Eyes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Axelrod,
The Golliwogs,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.