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 Ecuador and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Janne Schatter to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Aswad,
Jeff Lynne,
Michelle Simonal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Dual Sessions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Motions,
L. Decosne,
The Red Krayola,
Echospace,
Outsiders,
KRS-One,
Peter and Kerry,
Youth Brigade,
The Victims,
The Gladiators,
Aural Exciters,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sparks,
The Tremeloes,
Grey Daturas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nils Olav,
Kaleidoscope,
Vladislav Delay,
Mars,
Underground Resistance,
The Last Poets,
Duran Duran,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tres Demented,
The Busters,
Matthew Halsall,
Simply Red,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül,
Al Stewart,
Desert Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Fraelich,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camberwell Now,
Model 500,
Suicide,
Scratch Acid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Colin Newman,
Moebius,
James White and The Blacks,
Ohio Players,
DNA,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.