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 Canada and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
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 808 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the techno 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Offenders,
The Young Rascals,
the Soft Cell,
New Order,
Black Flag,
The Doors,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rapeman,
Maleditus Sound,
Radiohead,
Althea and Donna,
Quadrant,
The Techniques,
Visage,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Bowie,
Vainqueur,
ABC,
Masters at Work,
Davy DMX,
The Fortunes,
Suburban Knight,
Fluxion,
Schoolly D,
The Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Wasted Youth,
Country Teasers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Remains,
Crooked Eye,
Franke,
The Zeros,
Iggy Pop,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
KRS-One,
Wire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anakelly,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flipper,
The Gladiators,
Monolake,
One Last Wish,
the Normal,
The Moody Blues,
Moby Grape,
Pere Ubu,
Television Personalities,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-101,
Au Pairs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Finger,
Altered Images,
Boz Scaggs,
The Tremeloes,
Albert Ayler,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.