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 Jordan 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Joey Negro to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Selecter,
Easy Going,
Vladislav Delay,
Ponytail,
The Grass Roots,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Silicon Teens,
The American Breed,
Arcadia,
Jawbox,
T. Rex,
Sarah Menescal,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Names,
John Holt,
Joensuu 1685,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maleditus Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerri Chandler,
Scientists,
The Misunderstood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Wells,
Stetsasonic,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wasted Youth,
The Associates,
Bobby Womack,
Inner City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cowsills,
The Cramps,
Lower 48,
Brick,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Little Man,
Q65,
Technova,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crime,
Cluster,
Ronnie Foster,
John Lydon,
OOIOO,
The Index,
Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Dolphy,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.