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 Belize and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Skatalites to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Monolake,
Donny Hathaway,
X-101,
UT,
Man Eating Sloth,
Symarip,
New Order,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Flag,
The Saints,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick Morgan,
Carl Craig,
Unrelated Segments,
Cameo,
Desert Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Easy Going,
R.M.O.,
Chrome,
World's Most,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Babytalk,
The Moody Blues,
The Motions,
Brass Construction,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Q and Not U,
Rufus Thomas,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slackers,
Adolescents,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bush Tetras,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Lydon,
Faraquet,
Nik Kershaw,
The Neon Judgement,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Style,
Simply Red,
Soul II Soul,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker,
Hasil Adkins,
The Residents,
Kaleidoscope,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
OOIOO,
Al Stewart,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.