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 Turkmenistan and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wally Richardson,
The Doobie Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Talk Talk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Little Man,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chrome,
Dave Gahan,
The Toasters,
Lakeside,
Whodini,
Radio Birdman,
CMW,
ABC,
Thompson Twins,
The Sound,
Urselle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quando Quango,
Mr. Review,
Bluetip,
Erykah Badu,
Spoonie Gee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Althea and Donna,
Negative Approach,
Gichy Dan,
Judy Mowatt,
Subhumans,
Niagra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mark Hollis,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Clarke,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Birthday Party,
Sugar Minott,
Au Pairs,
Tom Boy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fugazi,
John Foxx,
Susan Cadogan,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.