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 Marshall Islands and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
D'Angelo,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minutemen,
Spandau Ballet,
Laurel Aitken,
The Beau Brummels,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Flag,
Arcadia,
Drexciya,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lindisfarne,
The Dirtbombs,
MDC,
Technova,
The Barracudas,
Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Audionom,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cal Tjader,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
Peter and Kerry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
T.S.O.L.,
Piero Umiliani,
Ituana,
Anakelly,
The Fuzztones,
Lebanon Hanover,
8 Eyed Spy,
Infiniti,
The Cowsills,
China Crisis,
Isaac Hayes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
The Stooges,
In Retrospect,
Marine Girls,
Q65,
Cybotron,
Stetsasonic,
Underground Resistance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Star Department,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABC,
Chrome,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.