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 Laos and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Gang Gang Dance to the funk 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rapeman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang of Four,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aural Exciters,
CMW,
the Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Electric Prunes,
The Index,
Ten City,
MC5,
Bang On A Can,
Main Source,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angry Samoans,
The Residents,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dirtbombs,
Mark Hollis,
Susan Cadogan,
Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Stooges,
Don Cherry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Al Stewart,
A Flock of Seagulls,
48th St. Collective,
Thompson Twins,
Minny Pops,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Dolphy,
Yellowson,
the Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joyce Sims,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Misunderstood,
the Association,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Techniques,
Unrelated Segments,
The United States of America,
U.S. Maple,
The Vogues,
Suburban Knight,
Symarip,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Pylon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.