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 Denmark and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Donald Fagen 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 T.S.O.L. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delta 5,
Albert Ayler,
Bang On A Can,
The Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Teasers,
Monks,
Stiv Bators,
Eli Mardock,
Arab on Radar,
Sister Nancy,
Crash Course in Science,
10cc,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blues Magoos,
Tubeway Army,
The Remains,
Tom Boy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erykah Badu,
Lyres,
Flipper,
DJ Sneak,
Idris Muhammad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Durutti Column,
The Tremeloes,
The Searchers,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Near,
Kas Product,
Amazonics,
Excepter,
Magma,
Reagan Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Patti Smith,
Little Man,
Moss Icon,
Black Pus,
Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monks,
Organ,
L. Decosne,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brand Nubian,
Banda Bassotti,
ABC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Michelle Simonal,
Alice Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
Sixth Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Music Machine,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.