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 Djibouti and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Minny Pops to the grunge 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Tom Boy,
Wally Richardson,
Dead Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Ultra Naté,
Minnie Riperton,
Anakelly,
The Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Copeland,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mojo Men,
The Martian,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Flag,
F. McDonald,
Aaron Thompson,
Underground Resistance,
Laurel Aitken,
Arcadia,
Clear Light,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marine Girls,
The Fugs,
Deepchord,
Bauhaus,
Cybotron,
The Kinks,
The Wake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick Morgan,
The Velvet Underground,
KRS-One,
The Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
Qualms,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Real Kids,
Half Japanese,
Television Personalities,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Sneak,
Gong,
Robert Hood,
Eli Mardock,
The Evens,
Wasted Youth,
a-ha,
Ronan,
Hoover,
The Slackers,
Make Up,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rites of Spring,
Letta Mbulu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.