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 Azerbaijan and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
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 guitar 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 Pantytec to the rap 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lindisfarne,
Cecil Taylor,
Ken Boothe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter & Gordon,
Q and Not U,
The Gun Club,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Walker Brothers,
The Selecter,
Jeff Lynne,
Nas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tears for Fears,
Mantronix,
JFA,
Spoonie Gee,
Brand Nubian,
Hot Snakes,
Bob Dylan,
Joy Division,
Bad Manners,
The Searchers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Skatalites,
Scion,
Blake Baxter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swell Maps,
Skriet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Groovy Waters,
a-ha,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monochrome Set,
Nils Olav,
Jacob Miller,
June Days,
Mary Jane Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Almond,
Deadbeat,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pop Group,
The Index,
Sällskapet,
Ronnie Foster,
The Happenings,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.