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 Eritrea and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Sun City Girls to the funk 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Spandau Ballet,
OOIOO,
Joe Finger,
Niagra,
Echospace,
Bauhaus,
The Smiths,
Cymande,
Fatback Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lungfish,
Babytalk,
Marvin Gaye,
Cheater Slicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cameo,
Boredoms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Normal,
Marine Girls,
FM Einheit,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minnie Riperton,
Moebius,
Roxy Music,
Interpol,
Sun City Girls,
Siglo XX,
The Misunderstood,
The Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
Heaven 17,
Massinfluence,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minutemen,
Ituana,
EPMD,
Fela Kuti,
Fear,
cv313,
Man Eating Sloth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Womack,
Zapp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yellowson,
Aural Exciters,
Slick Rick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Panda Bear,
The Grass Roots,
T.S.O.L.,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.