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 Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chris Corsano to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Goldenarms,
Brand Nubian,
Scientists,
The Skatalites,
The Velvet Underground,
Marine Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Thee Headcoats,
DNA,
Lungfish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
The American Breed,
Lou Christie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Dark Day,
Barbara Tucker,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Offenders,
The Grass Roots,
Kurtis Blow,
Amazonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
The Dead C,
Maurizio,
Alphaville,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minny Pops,
Infiniti,
Howard Jones,
Cymande,
Animal Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joyce Sims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Groovy Waters,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Motions,
Bush Tetras,
Buzzcocks,
Depeche Mode,
Wire,
Crash Course in Science,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultra Naté,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare,
The Standells,
The Gories,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marmalade,
Tears for Fears,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sound Behaviour,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.