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 Macedonia and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rock 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers,
Althea and Donna,
The Gap Band,
T. Rex,
Pylon,
Guru Guru,
Parry Music,
Qualms,
Youth Brigade,
Minutemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
U.S. Maple,
In Retrospect,
Cybotron,
Ken Boothe,
Groovy Waters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Henry Cow,
The Evens,
DJ Sneak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
DNA,
Yusef Lateef,
Newcleus,
The Victims,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Trojans,
the Association,
The Wake,
Eric Copeland,
June of 44,
Loose Ends,
Skriet,
Subhumans,
Cheater Slicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neu!,
Scott Walker,
Gang Green,
Dave Gahan,
The Tremeloes,
X-102,
Lyres,
Oblivians,
Carl Craig,
The Busters,
Eric Dolphy,
World's Most,
Amon Düül II,
Monolake,
Sex Pistols,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Age Steppers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.