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 Guyana and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Monolake to the electroclash 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Slick Rick,
Howard Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soulsonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
Zapp,
OOIOO,
Neil Young,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry's Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Morten Harket,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gastr Del Sol,
China Crisis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Junior Murvin,
Panda Bear,
Qualms,
Bootsy Collins,
Vainqueur,
Byron Stingily,
Don Cherry,
Au Pairs,
Eric Dolphy,
Freddie Wadling,
Brand Nubian,
Faraquet,
Deakin,
Rites of Spring,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crash Course in Science,
Dennis Brown,
Neu!,
Chrome,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fugs,
The Red Krayola,
Sex Pistols,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ossler,
John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
The Real Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Sparks,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantytec,
Flamin' Groovies,
Technova,
Mark Hollis,
Rekid,
Brick,
The Electric Prunes,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.