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 Venezuela and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wally Richardson to the rap 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flash Fearless,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quantec,
Procol Harum,
Parry Music,
Scan 7,
the Human League,
Goldenarms,
The Selecter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cramps,
Marshall Jefferson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
The Kinks,
Whodini,
Metal Thangz,
Mr. Review,
Main Source,
Motorama,
Moebius,
Alton Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moss Icon,
Michelle Simonal,
Minor Threat,
Funkadelic,
Lungfish,
Blossom Toes,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Halsall,
Henry Cow,
Black Pus,
Piero Umiliani,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Rakim,
Flipper,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deadbeat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lyres,
Stetsasonic,
Faraquet,
Qualms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül II,
Newcleus,
Man Eating Sloth,
This Heat,
Eddi Front,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.