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 Suriname and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
This Heat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mission of Burma,
Nirvana,
La Düsseldorf,
Eddi Front,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boz Scaggs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fatback Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Jawbox,
Maleditus Sound,
The Searchers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Martian,
cv313,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Terry,
AZ,
Alton Ellis,
Symarip,
Lyres,
The Fortunes,
Bronski Beat,
One Last Wish,
The Residents,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nico,
The Techniques,
The Count Five,
Erykah Badu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Steve Hackett,
Jeru the Damaja,
The New Christs,
The Doors,
Bobby Womack,
Juan Atkins,
Q65,
John Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blackbyrds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fluxion,
The Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alison Limerick,
Marmalade,
Alphaville,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.