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 Somalia and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Technova to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Machine,
The Fugs,
Babytalk,
Public Enemy,
The Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
Agitation Free,
Pulsallama,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cameo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ossler,
John Holt,
Saccharine Trust,
Silicon Teens,
Roger Hodgson,
Danielle Patucci,
Al Stewart,
Thompson Twins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Offenders,
Negative Approach,
Procol Harum,
The Skatalites,
Delon & Dalcan,
Symarip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
U.S. Maple,
Marvin Gaye,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlback,
Colin Newman,
Mad Mike,
X-102,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Urselle,
The Tremeloes,
Sun City Girls,
Trumans Water,
The Toasters,
Motorama,
a-ha,
Jacques Brel,
Dark Day,
Bad Manners,
It's A Beautiful Day,
China Crisis,
Dawn Penn,
Scrapy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flipper,
DJ Style,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gap Band,
Maurizio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Bananas,
The Sound,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.