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 Mozambique and from New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rotary Connection to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Pretty Things,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Young Rascals,
Camberwell Now,
Nirvana,
Easy Going,
Cluster,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Stooges,
the Human League,
Yazoo,
Peter & Gordon,
John Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
The Tremeloes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Half Japanese,
Vainqueur,
Von Mondo,
Erykah Badu,
Lalo Schifrin,
FM Einheit,
CMW,
Main Source,
Howard Jones,
The Mummies,
Fat Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
The Star Department,
Anthony Braxton,
Al Stewart,
the Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
The Music Machine,
Marc Almond,
Deepchord,
Leonard Cohen,
Index,
Sister Nancy,
Qualms,
Tres Demented,
The Zeros,
The Leaves,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Age Steppers,
Ten City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sandy B,
The Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
The Move,
Gastr Del Sol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Sneak,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.