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 the UAE and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 The Monks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
The Electric Prunes,
Scion,
Black Sheep,
Isaac Hayes,
Monolake,
Tubeway Army,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funky Four + One,
Public Enemy,
Derrick Morgan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brand Nubian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Black Dice,
The Birthday Party,
Excepter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blancmange,
Japan,
Maurizio,
Maleditus Sound,
Urselle,
Fad Gadget,
Spoonie Gee,
Mo-Dettes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
James White and The Blacks,
The Beau Brummels,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roger Hodgson,
Wings,
Delta 5,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Dolphy,
Hasil Adkins,
Aural Exciters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Connie Case,
Rotary Connection,
Quantec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gories,
The Busters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Starr,
Lalann,
Organ,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pagans,
Juan Atkins,
Lindisfarne,
Lightning Bolt,
Scan 7,
Babytalk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.