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 Singapore and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 The Walker Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
Johnny Clarke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Connie Case,
Moby Grape,
Cybotron,
Black Pus,
Quadrant,
Ituana,
Warsaw,
Toni Rubio,
The Music Machine,
Fatback Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fat Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Boredoms,
John Foxx,
Tropical Tobacco,
JFA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Patti Smith,
Model 500,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erykah Badu,
Jacob Miller,
Pierre Henry,
Sex Pistols,
Wally Richardson,
The Angels of Light,
Audionom,
Soft Machine,
The Skatalites,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Essential Logic,
The Techniques,
Dave Gahan,
Reuben Wilson,
Pussy Galore,
Magma,
China Crisis,
the Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Morten Harket,
Yaz,
Wings,
The Associates,
Brand Nubian,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sonics,
Panda Bear,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
World's Most,
Bauhaus,
Sonic Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Wells,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.