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 United Kingdom and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Janne Schatter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Whodini,
Ornette Coleman,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lower 48,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ludus,
Amazonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
Groovy Waters,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Searchers,
Wasted Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Schoolly D,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Mills,
Aaron Thompson,
Tubeway Army,
Altered Images,
Blake Baxter,
The Modern Lovers,
Cybotron,
Pussy Galore,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deepchord,
Gang of Four,
The Detroit Cobras,
Das Ding,
Grey Daturas,
Depeche Mode,
The Leaves,
Qualms,
Brothers Johnson,
FM Einheit,
Sandy B,
the Normal,
Peter & Gordon,
Thee Headcoats,
R.M.O.,
Ultra Naté,
Motorama,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry's Kids,
Aural Exciters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Beasts of Bourbon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erykah Badu,
John Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Albert Ayler,
The Pretty Things,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.