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 Kazakhstan and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Searchers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Wings,
The Human League,
Tommy Roe,
DNA,
Audionom,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick Morgan,
Depeche Mode,
Adolescents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pussy Galore,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Schoolly D,
Ultravox,
The Index,
Eddi Front,
Minnie Riperton,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dennis Brown,
Pagans,
The Grass Roots,
Quantec,
David Axelrod,
Bluetip,
Animal Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gichy Dan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Names,
Model 500,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yusef Lateef,
Accadde A,
Neu!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young,
The Saints,
Masters at Work,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül,
Bronski Beat,
One Last Wish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
Technova,
the Germs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
Swans,
Dave Gahan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alison Limerick,
Black Sheep,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.