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 Eritrea and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Kurtis Blow to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Harry Pussy,
Alton Ellis,
Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quantec,
Matthew Halsall,
Moebius,
Shoche,
UT,
Khruangbin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Niagra,
Mandrill,
Circle Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Junior Murvin,
Archie Shepp,
Ralphi Rosario,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Womack,
Moby Grape,
The Happenings,
PIL,
Yellowson,
the Human League,
Pantaleimon,
The Names,
Fat Boys,
Interpol,
B.T. Express,
Eddi Front,
Bluetip,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rosa Yemen,
Hot Snakes,
Sight & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Finger,
Sex Pistols,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pole,
Pet Shop Boys,
Al Stewart,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Vogues,
Desert Stars,
Lower 48,
The Durutti Column,
Davy DMX,
Deepchord,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Altered Images,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scion,
Talk Talk,
Monolake,
Judy Mowatt,
Rufus Thomas,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.