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 Belgium and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Offenders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Theoretical Girls,
The Move,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slick Rick,
Barry Ungar,
The Selecter,
Man Parrish,
The Smoke,
Don Cherry,
June Days,
Laurel Aitken,
Mars,
Newcleus,
The Misunderstood,
John Lydon,
DNA,
Heaven 17,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spandau Ballet,
Nirvana,
Wally Richardson,
New Order,
Chris Corsano,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pussy Galore,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Hood,
Quando Quango,
Ultravox,
Siglo XX,
The Wake,
E-Dancer,
Blancmange,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonic Youth,
Howard Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mummies,
Lalann,
Sparks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sister Nancy,
Bush Tetras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Al Stewart,
The Moody Blues,
Kenny Larkin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.