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 Nauru and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Zero Boys to the punk 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Stiv Bators,
Vainqueur,
Swell Maps,
LL Cool J,
Joyce Sims,
Niagra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Youth Brigade,
Panda Bear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Infiniti,
Franke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monolake,
Arab on Radar,
Gerry Rafferty,
Icehouse,
The Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deepchord,
Sixth Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
David McCallum,
Blancmange,
the Germs,
Scrapy,
Unwound,
New Order,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang of Four,
Whodini,
Intrusion,
The Golliwogs,
Pantytec,
Bauhaus,
Faust,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Görl,
Gong,
Lalo Schifrin,
10cc,
Scientists,
Ice-T,
Simply Red,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Interpol,
U.S. Maple,
Black Pus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.