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 Algeria and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Magazine to the rap 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacob Miller,
Crime,
Trumans Water,
Rod Modell,
Icehouse,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dennis Brown,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
Con Funk Shun,
AZ,
The Offenders,
Michelle Simonal,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Hood,
Negative Approach,
Eve St. Jones,
Harmonia,
Loose Ends,
Junior Murvin,
Funkadelic,
Pussy Galore,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers,
EPMD,
The American Breed,
Sandy B,
Massinfluence,
Fear,
Surgeon,
JFA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Henry Cow,
The Kinks,
Deepchord,
Slave,
Suicide,
Marc Almond,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Whodini,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Little Man,
Gichy Dan,
Jacques Brel,
Motorama,
Byron Stingily,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Foxx,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.