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 Djibouti and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 David Axelrod to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bauhaus,
Black Moon,
Sixth Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dead C,
Easy Going,
June of 44,
LL Cool J,
R.M.O.,
The Fuzztones,
Absolute Body Control,
Kas Product,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
The Grass Roots,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Star Department,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T.S.O.L.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lucky Dragons,
Animal Collective,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magazine,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter & Gordon,
Skaos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moebius,
Rufus Thomas,
Section 25,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lalann,
The Seeds,
Fugazi,
Stiv Bators,
Altered Images,
Fad Gadget,
Gichy Dan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lakeside,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Althea and Donna,
Hashim,
Buzzcocks,
Bang On A Can,
Radio Birdman,
Al Stewart,
The Red Krayola,
The Barracudas,
Dead Boys,
Half Japanese,
Spoonie Gee,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.