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 Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Little Man to the rap 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Tres Demented,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Green,
Sight & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultra Naté,
Ken Boothe,
Aloha Tigers,
The Saints,
K-Klass,
Brand Nubian,
Chrome,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alton Ellis,
The Barracudas,
The Fuzztones,
The Gun Club,
The Wake,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Angels of Light,
Mantronix,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul II Soul,
Fad Gadget,
48th St. Collective,
Infiniti,
Leonard Cohen,
John Coltrane,
Zapp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Adolescents,
Jerry's Kids,
Fatback Band,
Groovy Waters,
Porter Ricks,
The Smiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Intrusion,
Aswad,
The Moody Blues,
The Vogues,
Joy Division,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Happenings,
Ronan,
T. Rex,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doors,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barry Ungar,
The Martian,
Absolute Body Control,
Deepchord,
Ultravox,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun City Girls,
The Slits,
Sister Nancy,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.