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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rap 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Arthur Verocai,
Graham Central Station,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonic Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gories,
H. Thieme,
Severed Heads,
Tropical Tobacco,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Kinks,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Wyatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Guru Guru,
Erasure,
Quantec,
New York Dolls,
Procol Harum,
John Holt,
Tears for Fears,
Josef K,
Black Pus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Charles Mingus,
Swell Maps,
Minny Pops,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aaron Thompson,
The Standells,
A Certain Ratio,
Grey Daturas,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra,
Popol Vuh,
Unrelated Segments,
Nirvana,
The Angels of Light,
Second Layer,
the Germs,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Television Personalities,
Cheater Slicks,
Moby Grape,
Lou Christie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fall,
Alphaville,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Bar-Kays,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.