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 Iceland and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bill Wells to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eve St. Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker,
Althea and Donna,
The Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monolake,
Godley & Creme,
Ten City,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Half Japanese,
Barrington Levy,
Pulsallama,
Country Teasers,
The Martian,
K-Klass,
the Normal,
Jacob Miller,
Livin' Joy,
Pagans,
Deepchord,
X-Ray Spex,
Fat Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jimmy McGriff,
Adolescents,
Jeff Mills,
Icehouse,
Pussy Galore,
Infiniti,
Quantec,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül II,
Surgeon,
T.S.O.L.,
Ice-T,
June Days,
DJ Style,
Franke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minor Threat,
Sam Rivers,
CMW,
Roger Hodgson,
Sällskapet,
Brand Nubian,
Drexciya,
Television,
Sixth Finger,
Fatback Band,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.