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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 Thee Headcoats to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
The Busters,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cramps,
The Neon Judgement,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doors,
Siglo XX,
Soul II Soul,
The Alarm Clocks,
Carl Craig,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
Flipper,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris Corsano,
Fear,
Duran Duran,
Soft Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Barracudas,
Wolf Eyes,
The Happenings,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moleskins,
Yusef Lateef,
Mantronix,
Aswad,
Schoolly D,
Darondo,
Bobby Sherman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Underground Resistance,
Juan Atkins,
Maurizio,
Japan,
10cc,
Toni Rubio,
The Gladiators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Litter,
Outsiders,
Susan Cadogan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Bowie,
B.T. Express,
Theoretical Girls,
Skaos,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare,
Mars,
Minutemen,
Peter & Gordon,
Tears for Fears,
Donny Hathaway,
The Trojans,
Circle Jerks,
Rapeman,
Arab on Radar,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.