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 Maldives and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Nico to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Altered Images,
UT,
Crime,
Fad Gadget,
Aswad,
Isaac Hayes,
Loose Ends,
Michelle Simonal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eli Mardock,
Stetsasonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Connie Case,
Maurizio,
Al Stewart,
Patti Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul II Soul,
E-Dancer,
Ohio Players,
Graham Central Station,
Suicide,
Prince Buster,
Das Ding,
Easy Going,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Teasers,
cv313,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thee Headcoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yazoo,
AZ,
Pagans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Neon Judgement,
Judy Mowatt,
Anakelly,
Public Enemy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Invisible,
Little Man,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cure,
Boz Scaggs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ossler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fugazi,
Darondo,
Schoolly D,
Deakin,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Standells,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.