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 Italy and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 China Crisis to the jazz 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
CMW,
Judy Mowatt,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Hood,
Popol Vuh,
Section 25,
Fugazi,
Terry Callier,
Nico,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yaz,
Blake Baxter,
Barry Ungar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cybotron,
The Evens,
Stiv Bators,
Metal Thangz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wasted Youth,
Lyres,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marmalade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mummies,
Bronski Beat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Smog,
Harmonia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
Babytalk,
Derrick May,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Rundgren,
Nils Olav,
Yazoo,
The Leaves,
Cluster,
Hardrive,
Shoche,
Bauhaus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
World's Most,
Andrew Hill,
The Names,
Sam Rivers,
Niagra,
Simply Red,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Tremeloes,
Cal Tjader,
X-101,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monolake,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.