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 Denmark and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Main Source to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Sonic Youth,
Nico,
Arcadia,
Massinfluence,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Minutemen,
Lakeside,
Silicon Teens,
Wire,
The Victims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oblivians,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masters at Work,
Flamin' Groovies,
World's Most,
Eric Copeland,
Rekid,
Flipper,
Junior Murvin,
Cymande,
Johnny Clarke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
Marine Girls,
T. Rex,
Au Pairs,
Theoretical Girls,
Slave,
Scion,
Porter Ricks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Simply Red,
Cheater Slicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Holt,
Procol Harum,
F. McDonald,
Agent Orange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare,
Leonard Cohen,
Camberwell Now,
La Düsseldorf,
Deepchord,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aural Exciters,
Pagans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smoke,
The Real Kids,
Moebius,
Mantronix,
The Red Krayola,
Donny Hathaway,
John Foxx,
Derrick Morgan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.