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 Russia and from New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Neu!,
Crooked Eye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Icehouse,
Circle Jerks,
John Lydon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Franke,
The Slackers,
Chrome,
Ossler,
Metal Thangz,
Funky Four + One,
Flipper,
Colin Newman,
Eden Ahbez,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ohio Players,
The Young Rascals,
Gastr Del Sol,
Livin' Joy,
Minny Pops,
Zero Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Inner City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Moon,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun City Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Al Stewart,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Surgeon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Half Japanese,
Desert Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Durutti Column,
Cal Tjader,
The Gun Club,
Boredoms,
the Normal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Judy Mowatt,
This Heat,
Visage,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Halsall,
Masters at Work,
Funkadelic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faraquet,
Supertramp,
K-Klass,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.