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 Mauritania 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sex Pistols to the rap 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Newcleus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Lydon,
Nation of Ulysses,
E-Dancer,
The Star Department,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Vogues,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Christie,
The Black Dice,
Panda Bear,
Skarface,
The Martian,
Al Stewart,
Charles Mingus,
Roxy Music,
The Selecter,
Suburban Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unrelated Segments,
Rotary Connection,
Radiopuhelimet,
cv313,
Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tommy Roe,
Soul II Soul,
The Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Bowie,
Erasure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Youth Brigade,
Ultravox,
Heaven 17,
The Five Americans,
The Wake,
Harmonia,
The Monochrome Set,
Q and Not U,
Procol Harum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joey Negro,
Tears for Fears,
Khruangbin,
The Remains,
Lungfish,
Aaron Thompson,
Camberwell Now,
David Axelrod,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masters at Work,
Urselle,
Gang Green,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.