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 South Sudan and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Subhumans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Tim Buckley,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swell Maps,
Accadde A,
In Retrospect,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
Cameo,
The United States of America,
The Happenings,
Subhumans,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Saints,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stiv Bators,
Ken Boothe,
Oneida,
Boredoms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Royal Trux,
the Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
Minnie Riperton,
Sister Nancy,
Supertramp,
UT,
Wire,
Jacob Miller,
Amazonics,
DJ Style,
Boz Scaggs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cowsills,
Clear Light,
Bluetip,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Golliwogs,
Alton Ellis,
Agitation Free,
Visage,
the Sonics,
This Heat,
Harmonia,
Iggy Pop,
a-ha,
Malaria!,
David Axelrod,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.