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 Cuba 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Reuben Wilson to the disco 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Pop Group,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ken Boothe,
The Moody Blues,
Whodini,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Copeland,
U.S. Maple,
Yellowson,
Dark Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
Josef K,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Pantaleimon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quantec,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Görl,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kaleidoscope,
Ituana,
Spoonie Gee,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pulsallama,
Oneida,
Faust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-Ray Spex,
The Velvet Underground,
James White and The Blacks,
Easy Going,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jawbox,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
This Heat,
Joe Finger,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Foxx,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
FM Einheit,
Harry Pussy,
Zapp,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Offenders,
Zero Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Porter Ricks,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sixth Finger,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.