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 Monaco and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 David Axelrod to the punk 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jawbox,
Von Mondo,
Erykah Badu,
Crash Course in Science,
Symarip,
The Standells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Judy Mowatt,
F. McDonald,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Associates,
Josef K,
Bill Near,
Hasil Adkins,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masters at Work,
The Real Kids,
Malaria!,
Todd Rundgren,
Connie Case,
The Litter,
Soul II Soul,
Urselle,
Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
Rekid,
Absolute Body Control,
FM Einheit,
Darondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ossler,
Albert Ayler,
Peter & Gordon,
Grey Daturas,
Television Personalities,
The Invisible,
The Dead C,
Scion,
Depeche Mode,
Pierre Henry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warsaw,
Tears for Fears,
Sun City Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
cv313,
Hardrive,
Crispian St. Peters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eddi Front,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.