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 Cameroon and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Flipper to the rap 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Shoche,
Derrick Morgan,
Rekid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aswad,
Danielle Patucci,
A Certain Ratio,
Supertramp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Michelle Simonal,
The Leaves,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Raincoats,
cv313,
The United States of America,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pretty Things,
Janne Schatter,
OOIOO,
Aural Exciters,
Fugazi,
The Durutti Column,
Zapp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Easy Going,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anakelly,
One Last Wish,
The Mummies,
Drexciya,
EPMD,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arcadia,
The Neon Judgement,
Fatback Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
L. Decosne,
Pantytec,
Sight & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlback,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Victims,
The Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
The Associates,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Leonard Cohen,
The Happenings,
Thee Headcoats,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Byron Stingily,
Warren Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Sheep,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.