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 Sri Lanka and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Tremeloes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Make Up,
Johnny Osbourne,
Inner City,
DJ Style,
The Last Poets,
CMW,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Durutti Column,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Byrd,
The Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
the Bar-Kays,
Darondo,
The Moleskins,
China Crisis,
Joey Negro,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Flag,
Average White Band,
New Order,
Pierre Henry,
Skaos,
Wire,
LL Cool J,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare,
Symarip,
The Barracudas,
John Holt,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nik Kershaw,
The Techniques,
Cameo,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed,
Rapeman,
Moss Icon,
Zero Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Half Japanese,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brand Nubian,
Jimmy McGriff,
F. McDonald,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Christie,
The Searchers,
The Evens,
Y Pants,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Youth Brigade,
Motorama,
Franke,
Camberwell Now,
Delta 5,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.