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 Solomon Islands and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Donald Fagen 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 Talk Talk to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra,
John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magazine,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cure,
Maurizio,
The Gories,
Deakin,
Yellowson,
The Associates,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
Blossom Toes,
The Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry's Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül II,
La Düsseldorf,
L. Decosne,
Slave,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New York Dolls,
Eden Ahbez,
Joy Division,
Kaleidoscope,
OOIOO,
FM Einheit,
Los Fastidios,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Starr,
Thompson Twins,
The Blackbyrds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harmonia,
48th St. Collective,
Arcadia,
Henry Cow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
cv313,
The Human League,
Quadrant,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy Collins,
Alice Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
Model 500,
Todd Terry,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.