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 Luxembourg and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Junior Murvin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
The Tremeloes,
Cheater Slicks,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Pus,
Jacques Brel,
Crooked Eye,
DNA,
The Cowsills,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Enemy,
Peter and Kerry,
KRS-One,
Brand Nubian,
Pantaleimon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Bananas,
Camberwell Now,
Henry Cow,
Alton Ellis,
Intrusion,
Niagra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Can,
Joe Finger,
The Leaves,
John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fugazi,
The Cramps,
Eddi Front,
Visage,
Sun City Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vladislav Delay,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Connie Case,
Lyres,
Lalann,
Avey Tare,
Masters at Work,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sixth Finger,
The Invisible,
Motorama,
Howard Jones,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.