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 Gambia 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Lalo Schifrin to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
U.S. Maple,
David McCallum,
Pagans,
The Last Poets,
The Birthday Party,
CMW,
Tears for Fears,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joey Negro,
Suicide,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Clarke,
Delta 5,
Flipper,
Make Up,
Lalann,
Sex Pistols,
Al Stewart,
Lower 48,
The Residents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pop Group,
Deepchord,
John Foxx,
Morten Harket,
Maurizio,
Eddi Front,
Alton Ellis,
Minor Threat,
The Gladiators,
Freddie Wadling,
Procol Harum,
Shuggie Otis,
The Walker Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Pylon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Niagra,
New York Dolls,
Althea and Donna,
Erykah Badu,
Joyce Sims,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Starr,
Yaz,
Reuben Wilson,
Slick Rick,
The Modern Lovers,
Excepter,
Can,
A Certain Ratio,
Buzzcocks,
Cybotron,
Janne Schatter,
Mark Hollis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.