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 Benin and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Blake Baxter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minor Threat,
Clear Light,
Wings,
Arab on Radar,
Pantytec,
Audionom,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unwound,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fuzztones,
Leonard Cohen,
Intrusion,
Jeff Mills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Holt,
Motorama,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Whodini,
the Slits,
Eddi Front,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Hill,
The Gories,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cybotron,
The Angels of Light,
Bad Manners,
Eric Copeland,
Con Funk Shun,
Massinfluence,
Robert Görl,
Ituana,
Black Pus,
Janne Schatter,
Malaria!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maurizio,
Thompson Twins,
Scion,
Surgeon,
The Moleskins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vainqueur,
Deadbeat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mantronix,
Fear,
Joe Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Zeros,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.