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 Benin and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Joe Finger,
Accadde A,
Cameo,
The Busters,
The Invisible,
Siglo XX,
Scratch Acid,
The Remains,
Metal Thangz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rekid,
Matthew Halsall,
X-Ray Spex,
Darondo,
The Gladiators,
The Cure,
Boogie Down Productions,
Youth Brigade,
Kenny Larkin,
Malaria!,
Procol Harum,
Roxette,
Organ,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bluetip,
Infiniti,
JFA,
Stiv Bators,
48th St. Collective,
Chris Corsano,
Joyce Sims,
Tears for Fears,
Juan Atkins,
Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
K-Klass,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Vogues,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bauhaus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monolake,
The Cowsills,
Deakin,
Minutemen,
Shoche,
Magazine,
Don Cherry,
Bill Near,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.