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 Kyrgyzstan and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
The Wake,
Neu!,
A Certain Ratio,
Liliput,
Glenn Branca,
Agent Orange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T.S.O.L.,
Porter Ricks,
Terry Callier,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronan,
the Human League,
Monolake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funky Four + One,
Cecil Taylor,
CMW,
Boz Scaggs,
Letta Mbulu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Amazonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Intrusion,
E-Dancer,
The Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash,
D'Angelo,
Colin Newman,
Hot Snakes,
Zapp,
Adolescents,
Boredoms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cramps,
Spandau Ballet,
Fear,
Jerry's Kids,
Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
The Martian,
Neil Young,
Robert Görl,
This Heat,
The Trojans,
Ice-T,
Bobby Sherman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Davy DMX,
Ohio Players,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
KRS-One,
Minny Pops,
Niagra,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.