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 Tunisia and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 E-Dancer to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gap Band,
The Black Dice,
Negative Approach,
U.S. Maple,
Rosa Yemen,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalann,
Jeff Lynne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Laurel Aitken,
Cymande,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maleditus Sound,
Ituana,
8 Eyed Spy,
Girls At Our Best!,
cv313,
Deakin,
Television Personalities,
Pylon,
Spandau Ballet,
KRS-One,
Danielle Patucci,
Steve Hackett,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
L. Decosne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
The Saints,
This Heat,
The Music Machine,
Mr. Review,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Order,
Monolake,
Visage,
Bill Wells,
Brand Nubian,
Angry Samoans,
Ossler,
a-ha,
Joe Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
The J.B.'s,
F. McDonald,
Oneida,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Womack,
The Slits,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.