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 Swaziland and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bob Dylan to the jazz 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Tommy Roe,
Kayak,
Fugazi,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David McCallum,
Surgeon,
Fad Gadget,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Interpol,
Cal Tjader,
The Misunderstood,
Laurel Aitken,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Sherman,
Moebius,
Gregory Isaacs,
World's Most,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funkadelic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pop Group,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra,
Lakeside,
Mad Mike,
Deadbeat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joy Division,
Eurythmics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pole,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sällskapet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Josef K,
Dennis Brown,
Spandau Ballet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suburban Knight,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Electric Prunes,
10cc,
Negative Approach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Malaria!,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
UT,
Gang Starr,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gories,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.