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 Honduras and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Robert Palmer 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 Cymande to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson 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?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Patti Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Neu!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Green,
Stereo Dub,
The Motions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Model 500,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Das Ding,
Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Parry Music,
Hardrive,
Goldenarms,
Sugar Minott,
Babytalk,
New Age Steppers,
ABBA,
June Days,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drexciya,
Cheater Slicks,
Godley & Creme,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Red Krayola,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quadrant,
Barrington Levy,
Brand Nubian,
Gregory Isaacs,
MC5,
James White and The Blacks,
Mark Hollis,
Lakeside,
Eli Mardock,
Dark Day,
Q65,
Gang Starr,
The J.B.'s,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Residents,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiopuhelimet,
KRS-One,
The Remains,
New York Dolls,
The Cowsills,
Michelle Simonal,
X-Ray Spex,
Wings,
Gil Scott Heron,
Infiniti,
The Evens,
E-Dancer,
Gastr Del Sol,
June of 44,
Alphaville,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.