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 Italy and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Detroit Cobras to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson 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?
Black Bananas,
The Smoke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barrington Levy,
New Order,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Divine Comedy,
The Wake,
Bootsy Collins,
Newcleus,
Harry Pussy,
Brick,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Misunderstood,
The Red Krayola,
Parry Music,
Siglo XX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Negative Approach,
Loose Ends,
Rosa Yemen,
The Tremeloes,
The Moody Blues,
LL Cool J,
The Birthday Party,
The Flesh Eaters,
Letta Mbulu,
the Germs,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masters at Work,
Bauhaus,
Warsaw,
Desert Stars,
Reagan Youth,
The Cramps,
Royal Trux,
Jacob Miller,
The Golliwogs,
Mark Hollis,
Freddie Wadling,
Wings,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Bowie,
Alphaville,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Leonard Cohen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bluetip,
MDC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.