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 Colombia and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Spoonie Gee to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Youth Brigade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Little Man,
The Mojo Men,
DNA,
Scratch Acid,
Yellowson,
Toni Rubio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Teasers,
Outsiders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Foxx,
Kurtis Blow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonic Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
The Techniques,
Main Source,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Pus,
B.T. Express,
Organ,
the Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
Von Mondo,
Kas Product,
Black Bananas,
Josef K,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Evens,
Minor Threat,
Lucky Dragons,
Kayak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed,
Porter Ricks,
The Smoke,
The New Christs,
Nik Kershaw,
The Motions,
Make Up,
John Holt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heaven 17,
Joy Division,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alphaville,
Byron Stingily,
Agitation Free,
D'Angelo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.