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 Slovenia and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 Idris Muhammad to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly 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 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Simply Red,
Spandau Ballet,
The Index,
Patti Smith,
Eurythmics,
DJ Style,
The Count Five,
Cal Tjader,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker,
kango's stein massive,
Sonic Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Lindisfarne,
The Gladiators,
Lebanon Hanover,
Danielle Patucci,
FM Einheit,
Quando Quango,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Dolphy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Adolescents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABBA,
Jeff Lynne,
The Offenders,
Jawbox,
Rites of Spring,
the Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dead Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Walker Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masters at Work,
X-102,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Osbourne,
Babytalk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Talk Talk,
Slave,
Urselle,
Make Up,
The Leaves,
The Wake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Second Layer,
Hoover,
Todd Terry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deepchord,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slackers,
In Retrospect,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.