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 Delhi.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Maurizio to the grime 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Michelle Simonal,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The American Breed,
Harry Pussy,
Hardrive,
Bad Manners,
Joy Division,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Sherman,
The Toasters,
The Gories,
Peter and Kerry,
Arthur Verocai,
Adolescents,
Donny Hathaway,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ralphi Rosario,
James White and The Blacks,
Lungfish,
Skarface,
Japan,
Los Fastidios,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sällskapet,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Rundgren,
The Martian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonic Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
The Star Department,
New Age Steppers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Technova,
Soul II Soul,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fuzztones,
KRS-One,
Shuggie Otis,
Thee Headcoats,
Spoonie Gee,
Freddie Wadling,
Iggy Pop,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mummies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fortunes,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Clarke,
The Stooges,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.