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 Egypt and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Inner City to the crunk 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Doors,
Dark Day,
One Last Wish,
Unrelated Segments,
Mad Mike,
Spandau Ballet,
The Velvet Underground,
Piero Umiliani,
Radiohead,
Vladislav Delay,
The Standells,
Parry Music,
The Motions,
Ken Boothe,
Faraquet,
The Vogues,
Subhumans,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monks,
Underground Resistance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Move,
Brass Construction,
The Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantytec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hashim,
Cheater Slicks,
Skarface,
The Litter,
CMW,
Soulsonic Force,
The Wake,
Carl Craig,
MC5,
The Remains,
Mission of Burma,
Country Teasers,
Qualms,
Idris Muhammad,
The Birthday Party,
Howard Jones,
Minor Threat,
Absolute Body Control,
Arab on Radar,
Los Fastidios,
Schoolly D,
Loose Ends,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Osbourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shoche,
Tommy Roe,
Lightning Bolt,
Marmalade,
James White and The Blacks,
Liliput,
Lakeside,
Hoover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.