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 Tunisia and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Parry Music to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
L. Decosne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxette,
Vladislav Delay,
The Invisible,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-101,
OOIOO,
Simply Red,
The Smiths,
John Holt,
Gang Starr,
The Pretty Things,
T.S.O.L.,
The United States of America,
Can,
Slick Rick,
Brass Construction,
Royal Trux,
Joe Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scratch Acid,
Das Ding,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra,
Newcleus,
Thompson Twins,
The Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
Carl Craig,
Rites of Spring,
The Gun Club,
Television,
Funkadelic,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kurtis Blow,
Young Marble Giants,
Rapeman,
Talk Talk,
Section 25,
Tim Buckley,
The Saints,
Intrusion,
Black Sheep,
David Bowie,
Crime,
Deadbeat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Style,
Sandy B,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agitation Free,
the Normal,
Kerri Chandler,
a-ha,
The Searchers,
Gong,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.