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 Ukraine and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 Niagra to the techno 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angry Samoans,
The Five Americans,
Lindisfarne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Machine,
Agent Orange,
Inner City,
Ronan,
Stockholm Monsters,
T.S.O.L.,
Fatback Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Popol Vuh,
Arcadia,
Todd Terry,
Al Stewart,
L. Decosne,
Sound Behaviour,
Q and Not U,
Qualms,
Skaos,
The Selecter,
Bootsy Collins,
Jawbox,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dead C,
U.S. Maple,
Mantronix,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eurythmics,
Darondo,
Man Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Circle Jerks,
a-ha,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Bowie,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül II,
Kayak,
Derrick Morgan,
Donny Hathaway,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blancmange,
Interpol,
Pagans,
Anakelly,
The Music Machine,
China Crisis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skriet,
Surgeon,
The Motions,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxy Music,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.