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 Japan and from London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Michael McDonald 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 Mighty Diamonds to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lower 48,
Black Flag,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Zapp,
Idris Muhammad,
David Axelrod,
Davy DMX,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spandau Ballet,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mark Hollis,
Theoretical Girls,
Half Japanese,
Roxy Music,
Sonic Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T. Rex,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
CMW,
Rod Modell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Christie,
Desert Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shoche,
The Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
Flash Fearless,
Sister Nancy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dirtbombs,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-Ray Spex,
Bizarre Inc.,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry's Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
Aswad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
DNA,
Shuggie Otis,
Metal Thangz,
Guru Guru,
Scan 7,
Soul II Soul,
F. McDonald,
The Monochrome Set,
The Motions,
Bill Wells,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Sneak,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.