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 Slovakia and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 LL Cool J to the dance 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visage,
Ituana,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blancmange,
Nils Olav,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Charles Mingus,
The Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Pantytec,
Procol Harum,
The Invisible,
ABBA,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dead C,
Curtis Mayfield,
Niagra,
Crooked Eye,
Slave,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter & Gordon,
the Bar-Kays,
Erasure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minutemen,
DJ Style,
Andrew Hill,
Joensuu 1685,
Hardrive,
Chrome,
Desert Stars,
Amazonics,
D'Angelo,
Derrick Morgan,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Womack,
The Pop Group,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shoche,
Blossom Toes,
Minny Pops,
David McCallum,
the Human League,
The Victims,
Sun Ra,
The Black Dice,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fad Gadget,
Brass Construction,
Crash Course in Science,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Steve Hackett,
Shuggie Otis,
R.M.O.,
Brick,
Spoonie Gee,
New York Dolls,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.