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 Fiji 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lee Hazlewood to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magma,
Slick Rick,
Wasted Youth,
Ultravox,
Rekid,
The Move,
The Dirtbombs,
Nas,
Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
The Skatalites,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
48th St. Collective,
The Smoke,
Gang Starr,
Schoolly D,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heaven 17,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
The United States of America,
Mandrill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang of Four,
Unrelated Segments,
Inner City,
Can,
Slave,
Neil Young,
Nick Fraelich,
The Raincoats,
David Bowie,
The Birthday Party,
The Pretty Things,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reagan Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Slits,
Tim Buckley,
MC5,
The Barracudas,
Mantronix,
Bill Near,
Alton Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Bananas,
The Blackbyrds,
Lakeside,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liliput,
Idris Muhammad,
The Invisible,
Marvin Gaye,
R.M.O.,
Simply Red,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smiths,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.