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 Nicaragua and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the punk 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Prince Buster,
The Beau Brummels,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boz Scaggs,
Procol Harum,
Kevin Saunderson,
Easy Going,
Minor Threat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
a-ha,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Almond,
Intrusion,
The Gap Band,
Jawbox,
Ituana,
Slick Rick,
Peter and Kerry,
Godley & Creme,
Mo-Dettes,
Pere Ubu,
The Blues Magoos,
Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Japan,
JFA,
Zapp,
Neu!,
Massinfluence,
Bluetip,
Q and Not U,
Ken Boothe,
Tears for Fears,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
One Last Wish,
The Cowsills,
Saccharine Trust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sonics,
Quadrant,
Scion,
Ice-T,
Kenny Larkin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Icehouse,
Tubeway Army,
Urselle,
MDC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dead Boys,
In Retrospect,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Searchers,
The Names,
Althea and Donna,
K-Klass,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.