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 Iraq and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the crunk 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Wings,
Kas Product,
Lou Christie,
Minny Pops,
Godley & Creme,
Guru Guru,
Man Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
Amazonics,
The Golliwogs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül II,
Eden Ahbez,
Boredoms,
Royal Trux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Black Dice,
Jacques Brel,
The Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
The Associates,
Little Man,
Trumans Water,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Schoolly D,
Intrusion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Carl Craig,
cv313,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Terry,
H. Thieme,
Slave,
Black Moon,
Visage,
Ultravox,
Procol Harum,
Flipper,
Davy DMX,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echospace,
Max Romeo,
Spandau Ballet,
Tres Demented,
The Monks,
Fugazi,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faraquet,
Aloha Tigers,
DNA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Clarke,
Underground Resistance,
Byron Stingily,
Al Stewart,
Aaron Thompson,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Rundgren,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.