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 Zimbabwe and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Massinfluence to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Jeff Lynne,
The J.B.'s,
Eve St. Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Names,
Severed Heads,
Marine Girls,
Minny Pops,
Ponytail,
CMW,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oblivians,
Lucky Dragons,
Clear Light,
Mantronix,
Jacques Brel,
Thompson Twins,
Nik Kershaw,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Axelrod,
The Litter,
Jerry's Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hardrive,
Piero Umiliani,
the Soft Cell,
Whodini,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Parry Music,
Moebius,
Michelle Simonal,
Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bad Manners,
The Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monks,
New Age Steppers,
Rosa Yemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun City Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter & Gordon,
D'Angelo,
the Normal,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q65,
Public Enemy,
UT,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Von Mondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mo-Dettes,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.