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 Uzbekistan 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grime 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Japan,
Yazoo,
The Divine Comedy,
This Heat,
Michelle Simonal,
The Tremeloes,
The Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Christie,
Groovy Waters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bauhaus,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gap Band,
X-101,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Godley & Creme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swell Maps,
Swans,
Soft Machine,
Quantec,
Man Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
Alice Coltrane,
Arcadia,
Lalann,
Public Enemy,
Intrusion,
The Count Five,
Babytalk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pylon,
John Lydon,
Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Searchers,
Symarip,
Judy Mowatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Agent Orange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cheater Slicks,
The American Breed,
Brand Nubian,
Moby Grape,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boredoms,
Thompson Twins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
JFA,
Main Source,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.