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 Manchester.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Half Japanese to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Intrusion,
The J.B.'s,
Skarface,
Bobby Womack,
Japan,
The Doobie Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monolake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pierre Henry,
The Barracudas,
Warsaw,
Yazoo,
Motorama,
Wasted Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
June Days,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Move,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eddi Front,
Joyce Sims,
Faraquet,
The Divine Comedy,
David McCallum,
Aloha Tigers,
The Toasters,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mary Jane Girls,
Von Mondo,
Altered Images,
Oblivians,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
B.T. Express,
Wally Richardson,
The Grass Roots,
Urselle,
June of 44,
Talk Talk,
The Blackbyrds,
Rotary Connection,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Axelrod,
The Pop Group,
Sandy B,
La Düsseldorf,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Negative Approach,
ABC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eurythmics,
the Sonics,
Lou Christie,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.