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 Colombia and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Godley & Creme to the rock 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers,
EPMD,
Donny Hathaway,
Mantronix,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Prince Buster,
Susan Cadogan,
Tim Buckley,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Sandy B,
The Blues Magoos,
Boz Scaggs,
Trumans Water,
UT,
Rekid,
Stiv Bators,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerri Chandler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Black Dice,
Los Fastidios,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Starr,
Franke,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moleskins,
Derrick May,
The Music Machine,
Lyres,
Erykah Badu,
Adolescents,
Graham Central Station,
Cheater Slicks,
Suicide,
Amon Düül II,
Lalann,
K-Klass,
Magma,
Althea and Donna,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Scrapy,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Lynne,
Anakelly,
the Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash,
T. Rex,
Skaos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.