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 Jamaica and from New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rock 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
The Monochrome Set,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Tears for Fears,
Henry Cow,
Cameo,
10cc,
John Lydon,
Magazine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Tubeway Army,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vainqueur,
Minor Threat,
Crispian St. Peters,
kango's stein massive,
Rites of Spring,
Whodini,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deakin,
Ludus,
Brand Nubian,
The Selecter,
The Leaves,
Visage,
The Music Machine,
Minny Pops,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra,
Brass Construction,
Ken Boothe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Hood,
The J.B.'s,
Television,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Icehouse,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yellowson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonic Youth,
The Martian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delta 5,
The Modern Lovers,
Quando Quango,
Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Wings,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Fania All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
UT,
Ultra Naté,
Don Cherry,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.