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 Liberia and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brass Construction to the rap 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül II,
The Beau Brummels,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
EPMD,
Marmalade,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Easy Going,
The Gladiators,
The Birthday Party,
48th St. Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bluetip,
June of 44,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Lydon,
Accadde A,
Swans,
Das Ding,
Harmonia,
Negative Approach,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers,
The J.B.'s,
Niagra,
The Grass Roots,
Ken Boothe,
Au Pairs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warren Ellis,
Fat Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lakeside,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultravox,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sister Nancy,
T. Rex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gun Club,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerri Chandler,
Minor Threat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dawn Penn,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Near,
The Associates,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül,
The Music Machine,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pop Group,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.