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 France and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 X-101 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Black Bananas,
The Kinks,
Lindisfarne,
New Order,
Steve Hackett,
Tres Demented,
Agent Orange,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Josef K,
The Residents,
The Velvet Underground,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reagan Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Soulsonic Force,
Rakim,
the Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Inner City,
Make Up,
Bobby Womack,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Halsall,
Symarip,
Franke,
Pole,
The Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kas Product,
Adolescents,
Ituana,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chrome,
The Motions,
Connie Case,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mad Mike,
Tommy Roe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Litter,
Neu!,
Wally Richardson,
The Move,
Radiohead,
the Sonics,
Quadrant,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Associates,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.