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 Ethiopia and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gregory Isaacs to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
The United States of America,
Robert Görl,
Anakelly,
Motorama,
The American Breed,
Wings,
The Index,
Intrusion,
The Grass Roots,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Toasters,
Morten Harket,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wally Richardson,
Hasil Adkins,
The Vogues,
Black Sheep,
Eric Copeland,
Ossler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
LL Cool J,
Wasted Youth,
Subhumans,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reagan Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Make Up,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Real Kids,
Prince Buster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Neon Judgement,
Mantronix,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Golliwogs,
Kerri Chandler,
KRS-One,
Cybotron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chrome,
Pulsallama,
Bob Dylan,
Metal Thangz,
Sex Pistols,
Das Ding,
China Crisis,
Yazoo,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
CMW,
The Stooges,
Minutemen,
Talk Talk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Teasers,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.