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 Haiti and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Rufus Thomas to the rock 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlback,
Metal Thangz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Main Source,
Henry Cow,
Fat Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
OOIOO,
Nico,
Ornette Coleman,
Scrapy,
Sällskapet,
Das Ding,
Barbara Tucker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang of Four,
Delon & Dalcan,
Porter Ricks,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Adolescents,
Scientists,
The Music Machine,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Christie,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dark Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Index,
New Order,
David Axelrod,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Finger,
Rotary Connection,
Boz Scaggs,
The Trojans,
Alphaville,
Marine Girls,
John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris & Cosey,
Duran Duran,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.