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 Kenya and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Guru Guru to the jazz 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Slits,
Don Cherry,
Black Sheep,
Excepter,
Index,
LL Cool J,
Urselle,
The Blackbyrds,
Simply Red,
Cameo,
Rekid,
Toni Rubio,
Black Flag,
Magma,
PIL,
ABC,
Scion,
Scott Walker,
Sun City Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Almond,
Barrington Levy,
Fugazi,
Fela Kuti,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Style,
Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sound,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Bourne,
Brick,
Buzzcocks,
Roxy Music,
OOIOO,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Junior Murvin,
Youth Brigade,
The Real Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Marmalade,
Bluetip,
the Normal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yazoo,
Danielle Patucci,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Names,
Man Eating Sloth,
Steve Hackett,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Parrish,
Guru Guru,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül II,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kenny Larkin,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.