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 Ukraine and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
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 chamberlin 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 Skarface to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Japan,
China Crisis,
Alice Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unwound,
the Germs,
Roxette,
Suicide,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Happenings,
Fluxion,
Sixth Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Starr,
The Smiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Thompson Twins,
Boredoms,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül II,
Moebius,
Bobby Sherman,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Görl,
Scratch Acid,
Davy DMX,
Skaos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Lydon,
The Real Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Urselle,
The Blues Magoos,
The Modern Lovers,
Fear,
Oneida,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
48th St. Collective,
U.S. Maple,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
Mo-Dettes,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers,
Minutemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Techniques,
Heaven 17,
Darondo,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.