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 Chad and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Essential Logic,
Subhumans,
X-101,
Don Cherry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Rites of Spring,
Average White Band,
The Cramps,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crooked Eye,
The Searchers,
Joe Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Halsall,
Unwound,
Fear,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacob Miller,
Mission of Burma,
The Alarm Clocks,
PIL,
Fela Kuti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blake Baxter,
Radiohead,
Hardrive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
a-ha,
The Barracudas,
Gabor Szabo,
Pagans,
The Happenings,
Reuben Wilson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Simply Red,
kango's stein massive,
Black Flag,
John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
Metal Thangz,
Accadde A,
The Raincoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
CMW,
Amazonics,
Stetsasonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
48th St. Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Duran Duran,
Drexciya,
The Black Dice,
Bill Wells,
DNA,
Donald Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fugs,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.