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 Bolivia and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Magazine to the punk 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy 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?
Harry Pussy,
Bad Manners,
Letta Mbulu,
The Techniques,
Kas Product,
Joensuu 1685,
The Tremeloes,
Funky Four + One,
Joy Division,
Derrick May,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-102,
Basic Channel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Sonics,
Fatback Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flash Fearless,
Negative Approach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ponytail,
L. Decosne,
D'Angelo,
Radiohead,
Au Pairs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Index,
The Cure,
The Modern Lovers,
Lindisfarne,
Japan,
Patti Smith,
ABBA,
Matthew Halsall,
The Flesh Eaters,
Average White Band,
Wings,
Sam Rivers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zero Boys,
Al Stewart,
Schoolly D,
Sugar Minott,
Donald Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heaven 17,
June of 44,
Boz Scaggs,
Byron Stingily,
Aaron Thompson,
Rites of Spring,
Glambeats Corp.,
Althea and Donna,
The Blackbyrds,
Cybotron,
The Sonics,
World's Most,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.